Letty, taken aback, turned and laughed uneasily; but Betty went rattling on. "Have you found out that she treats her servants like hospital nurses; that they go off and on duty at stated hours; that she has workshops and art schools for them in the back premises; and that the first footman has just produced a cantata which has been sent in to the committee of the Worcester Festival (Be quiet, Marcella; if it isn't that, it's something near it); that she teaches the stable boys and the laundry maids old English dances, and the _pas de quatre_ once a fortnight, and acts showman to her own pictures for the benefit of the neighbourhood once a week? I came once to see how she did it, but I found her and the Gairsley ironmonger measuring the ears of the Holbeins--it seems you can't know anything about pictures now unless you have measured all the ears and the little fingers, which I hope you know; I didn't!--so I fled, as she hadn't a word to throw to me, even as one of the public. Then perhaps you don't know that she has invented a whole, new, and original system of game-preserving--she and Frank fight over it by the hour--that she has upset all the wage arrangements of the county--that, perhaps, you do know, for it got into the papers--and a hundred other trifles. Has she revealed these things?" Letty looked in perplexity from Betty's face, full of sweetness and mirth, to Marcella's. "She hasn't talked about them," she said, hesitating. "Of course, I haven't understood a good many things that are done here--" "Don't try," said Marcella, first laughing and then sighing.