"Oh, it's no trouble at all, miss. I'll bring it with pleasure. I am
sure you would suit me very well. I've always heard of you as such a
good mistress, and I'd like to live with you; I would indeed!"
Hilary sat dumbfounded. She was beginning to feel quite afraid of this
terrible young woman who stood up before her, looking so tall and
formidable, and tossing her head until all the shabby black feathers
shook again on her hat. "I--I won't detain you any longer," she said
icily, as she rose from her seat. "You can leave your address, and if I
change my mind I will let you know." She laid her hand on the bell as
she spoke, but, to her amazement, the young woman suddenly flopped down
on a chair, and folded her arms with a determined gesture.
"I won't stir an inch till I've had my lunch," she said; and from
beneath the skirts of her dress there appeared a pair of stout, hob-
nailed boots; from within her muff, two big, brown hands; and beneath
the veil, a laughing, mischievous face.
"Rex!" screamed Hilary, at the pitch of her voice. "Oh, you horrible,
deceiving, bad, impertinent boy!"
"Rex!" echoed Lettice in chorus. "Oh, oh! how lovely I how delicious!
However did you do it? Norah!--Norah! Norah! Oh, do come here!"
In rushed Norah, breathless with curiosity, to know what had happened,
and the next ten minutes was passed in a clamour of questionings. When
had he thought of it? How had he thought of it? Where had he found the
clothes? How had he dressed? etcetera, etcetera.
Rex paraded the room with mincing steps, and simpered at his own
reflection in the looking-glass.
"Old things of the mater's and Edna's. Brought 'em over in the cart,
and dressed in the summer-house. What a nice girl I should have made,
to be sure! Seems quite a waste, doesn't it? I say, though, I am
nearly suffocating with heat. Can't I go and take them off somewhere?"
He was crossing the hall on the way to the cloak-room, when who should
come tripping downstairs but Mary herself, trim and neat as ever, but
casting a glance the reverse of approving at the strange young woman who
had come to supplant herself.
"Good morning, Mary. I've come to apply for the place," said Rex
gravely; then suddenly picking up his skirts, displayed his trousered
legs underneath, and executed a wild schottische round the hall.
Mary gave a shriek, put her hand to her heart, and sank down on the
stairs, brushes and all, in a breathless heap. "Oh, Mr Rex, oh! I
never in all my life! Oh, what a turn you gave me! Oh! oh! oh!" And
she gasped and panted till Norah became alarmed, and went up to pat her
on the shoulder.
"Don't, Mary, don't! Oh, Mary, I wish it was all fun. I wish you
weren't going."
"So do I, Miss Norah. I don't want to leave you, but Miss Hilary--"
"I don't want you to go, Mary. I would rather have you than anyone
else."
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