Miss Galindo's countenance had fallen.

There was some great obstacle in her mind to her wish for obliging Lady Ludlow.
"What would Sally do ?" she asked at length.

Lady Ludlow had not a notion who Sally was.

Nor if she had had a notion, would she have had a conception of the perplexities that poured into Miss Galindo's mind, at the idea of leaving her rough forgetful dwarf without the perpetual monitorship of her mistress.

Lady Ludlow, accustomed to a household where everything went on noiselessly, perfectly, and by clock-work, conducted by a number of highly-paid, well-chosen, and accomplished servants, had not a conception of the nature of the rough material from which her servants came.