Young Owen refused the wine, but Hetty was eager to accompany her sister to her bedroom. This was just what Miss Llewellyn did not wish her to do. She was in a quandary. But her woman’s wit (some people would say, her woman’s trick of lying) came to her aid, and she answered,-- ‘Come upstairs with me by all means, Hetty. I should like you to see the house, but I will take you to one of the spare bedrooms, for mine is not habitable just at present. Plasterers and painters all over that floor. Come in here,’ and she turned as she spoke into a magnificently furnished apartment usually reserved for Lord Ilfracombe’s guests. Hetty stared with all her eyes at the magnificence surrounding her. ‘Oh, Nell, how I wish mother could see this. It looks fit for a duchess to me.’ ‘Well, it was actually a duke who slept in it last, you little goose,’ cried Miss Llewellyn, as she hastily assumed a bonnet and mantle which she had desired a servant to fetch from her own chamber. ‘But I don’t think he was worthy of it. A nasty, bloated little fellow, with a face covered with pimples, and an eyeglass always stuck in his eye.’ ‘Doesn’t Lord Ilfracombe wear an eyeglass, Nell?’ ‘Oh, no, thank goodness. I wouldn’t--’ But here Miss Llewellyn checked herself suddenly, and added,--‘I mean, he would never do anything so silly. He can see perfectly well, and does not need a glass. But come, Hetty, dear, we are going to walk down to the theatre, so we had better start if we wish to get good seats.’ As they entered the porch of the Adelphi, a sudden thought struck innocent Hetty. She sidled up to her sister and whispered,-- ‘You must let William pay for our places, Nell.’ ‘Nonsense, child, what are you thinking of? This is _my_ treat. I asked you to come as my guests.’ ‘But it isn’t fair,’ continued the little bumpkin, ‘for you to pay for us all out of your wages. Won’t it cramp you for the next quarter, Nell?’