Of course I was pleased with her admiration; but only for a moment, because I disliked her. "I am glad you find it delicious," I replied quite coldly; "perhaps I shall by-and-by." "What would I give to be entering life under such sweetly romantic circumstances? Dear me! I must introduce you. What a sensation you will cause! With such a face and figure and such a delightful story, we shall all rave about you. And how well you are dressed from that outlandish place! What a piece of luck! It’s the greatest marvel on earth that you found me in London now." "Excuse me," I said, "I neither found, nor meant to find you." "Oh, of course you are cross with me. I forgot about that. But who made your dress, in the name of all woodland graces?" "I always make my own dresses." "Then you shall make mine. Say no more about it. You shall live with me, and make my dresses by day; and by night you shall go with me everywhere, and I won’t be jealous. I will introduce you everywhere. ’This is my ward, Miss Vaughan, whose father--ah, I see, you know that romantic occurrence in Gloucestershire.’ Do you think it will be a your--and the Great Exhibition season--before you are mistress of a property ten times the size of Vaughan Park? If you doubt it, look in the glass. Ah me! You know nothing of the world, I forget, I am so warm-hearted. But you may take my word for it. Will you cry a bargain?" She held out her hand, as she had seen the fast men do, whose society she affected. I noticed it not, but led her on; my fury had long been gathering. I almost choked when she spoke in that way of my father, utterly as I despised her. But I made it a trial of self-control, which might be demanded against more worthy objects. "Are you sure that I shall be useful? Sure that I shall earn my board?" "Oh, you Vaughans are always so conscientious. I want an eider-down petticoat quilted at once for the winter, and I dare not trust it to Biggs, I know she will pucker it so. That shall be the first little job for my Clara." Her cup was full. She had used dearest mother’s fond appellative, and, as I thought, in mockery. I did not lower myself by any sarcastic language. She would not have understood it. I merely opened the door, and said calmly to my landlady, who was there, of course "promiscuously;" "Mrs. Shelfer, show out the Countess of Cranberry." Poor godmother, she was so frightened that I was sorry for her. They helped her into the carriage, and she had just strength to draw down the blinds.