Even Mrs.
Medlicott, who almost worshipped the ground he trod on, as the saying is, owned that Mr.Gray never entered one of my lady's rooms without knocking down something, and too often breaking it.

He would much sooner have faced a desperate poacher than a young lady any day.

At least so we thought.
I do not know how it was that it came to pass that my lady became reconciled to Miss Galindo about this time.

Whether it was that her ladyship was weary of the unspoken coolness with her old friend; or that the specimens of delicate sewing and fine spinning at the school had mollified her towards Miss Bessy; but I was surprised to learn one day that Miss Galindo and her young friend were coming that very evening to tea at the Hall.

This information was given me by Mrs.Medlicott, as a message from my lady, who further went on to desire that certain little preparations should be made in her own private sitting-room, in which the greater part of my days were spent.