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Here
these
two
talked
for
ten
minutes
,
discussing
,
no
doubt
,
the
symptoms
of
the
old
invalid
above
stairs
;
at
the
end
of
which
period
the
parlour
bell
was
rung
briskly
,
and
answered
on
that
instant
by
Mr.
Bowls
,
Miss
Crawley
's
large
confidential
butler
(
who
,
indeed
,
happened
to
be
at
the
keyhole
during
the
most
part
of
the
interview
)
;
and
the
Captain
coming
out
,
curling
his
mustachios
,
mounted
the
black
charger
pawing
among
the
straw
,
to
the
admiration
of
the
little
blackguard
boys
collected
in
the
street
.
He
looked
in
at
the
dining-room
window
,
managing
his
horse
,
which
curvetted
and
capered
beautifully
--
for
one
instant
the
young
person
might
be
seen
at
the
window
,
when
her
figure
vanished
,
and
,
doubtless
,
she
went
upstairs
again
to
resume
the
affecting
duties
of
benevolence
.
Who
could
this
young
woman
be
,
I
wonder
?
That
evening
a
little
dinner
for
two
persons
was
laid
in
the
dining-room
--
when
Mrs.
Firkin
,
the
lady
's
maid
,
pushed
into
her
mistress
's
apartment
,
and
bustled
about
there
during
the
vacancy
occasioned
by
the
departure
of
the
new
nurse
--
and
the
latter
and
Miss
Briggs
sat
down
to
the
neat
little
meal
.
Briggs
was
so
much
choked
by
emotion
that
she
could
hardly
take
a
morsel
of
meat
.
The
young
person
carved
a
fowl
with
the
utmost
delicacy
,
and
asked
so
distinctly
for
egg-sauce
,
that
poor
Briggs
,
before
whom
that
delicious
condiment
was
placed
,
started
,
made
a
great
clattering
with
the
ladle
,
and
once
more
fell
back
in
the
most
gushing
hysterical
state
.
"
Had
you
not
better
give
Miss
Briggs
a
glass
of
wine
?
"
said
the
person
to
Mr.
Bowls
,
the
large
confidential
man
.
He
did
so
.
Briggs
seized
it
mechanically
,
gasped
it
down
convulsively
,
moaned
a
little
,
and
began
to
play
with
the
chicken
on
her
plate
.
"
I
think
we
shall
be
able
to
help
each
other
,
"
said
the
person
with
great
suavity
:
"
and
shall
have
no
need
of
Mr.
Bowls
's
kind
services
.
Mr.
Bowls
,
if
you
please
,
we
will
ring
when
we
want
you
.
"
He
went
downstairs
,
where
,
by
the
way
,
he
vented
the
most
horrid
curses
upon
the
unoffending
footman
,
his
subordinate
.
"
It
is
a
pity
you
take
on
so
,
Miss
Briggs
,
"
the
young
lady
said
,
with
a
cool
,
slightly
sarcastic
,
air
.
"
My
dearest
friend
is
so
ill
,
and
wo-o-on
'
t
see
me
,
"
gurgled
out
Briggs
in
an
agony
of
renewed
grief
.
"
She
's
not
very
ill
any
more
.
Console
yourself
,
dear
Miss
Briggs
.
She
has
only
overeaten
herself
--
that
is
all
.
She
is
greatly
better
.
She
will
soon
be
quite
restored
again
.
She
is
weak
from
being
cupped
and
from
medical
treatment
,
but
she
will
rally
immediately
.
Pray
console
yourself
,
and
take
a
little
more
wine
.
"
