Her first step, upon this resolution, was to send back the harp to the music-shop. Since no further hope remained of recovering her scholars, she would not pay her court to Miss Arbe at the expence of Miss Bydel. She next dispatched her small accounts to Lady Kendover, Lady Arramede, Miss Sycamore, Miss Brinville, the Miss Crawleys, and Miss Tedman; but, notwithstanding her poverty, she desired to be allowed to have instructed Selina simply from motives of gratitude. To give up her large apartment, was her next determination; and she desired to speak with Miss Matson, to whom she made known her intention; soliciting, at the same time, some employment in needle-work. This was a measure not more essential than disagreeable. 'Mercy, Ma'am!' Miss Matson cried, seating herself upon the sofa: 'I hope, at least, you won't leave my first floor before you pay me for it? And as to work,--what is the premium you mean to propose to me?' Ellis answered that she could propose none: she desired only to receive and to return her work from day to day. Looking at her, now, with an air extremely contemptuous, Miss Matson replied, that that was by no means her way; that all her young ladies came to her with handsome premiums; and that she had already eight or nine upon her list, more than she was able to admit into her shop. Ellis, affrighted at the prospect before her, earnestly enquired whether Miss Matson would have the kindness to aid her in an application elsewhere, for some plain work. 'That, Ma'am, is one of the things the most difficult in the world to obtain. Such loads of young women are out of employ, that one's quite teized for recommendations. Besides which, your being known to have run up so many debts in the town,--you'll excuse me, Ma'am,--makes it not above half reputable to venture staking one's credit--after all those droll things that Mr Riley, you know, Ma'am, said to Miss Bydel.--' Ellis could bear no more: she promised to hasten her payment; and begged to be left alone. CHAPTER XXX Ellis had but just cast herself, in deep disturbance, upon a chair, when her door was opened, without tapping, or any previous ceremony, by Mr Giles Arbe; who smilingly enquired after her health, with the familiar kindness of an intimate old friend; but, receiving no immediate answer, gave her a nod, that said, don't mind me; and, sitting down by her side, began talking to himself. Roused by this interruption, she begged to know his commands. He finished his speech to himself, before he took any notice of hers, and then, very good humouredly, asked what she wanted. 'May I hope,' she cried, 'that you have the goodness to bring me some answer to my note?' 'What note, my pretty lady?' 'That which you were so obliging as to undertake delivering for me to Miss Arbe?'