Sir Amyas was for running out, but at the
door they met a wench who only said, 'Bless you! that's nought. It's
only my young lady in her tantrums!' So in the servants' hall, Grey
heard it was all because her mamma wouldn't let her put on two suits
of pearls and di'monds both together. She lies on her back, and
rolls and kicks till she gets her own way; and by what the servants
say, the Dowager heerself ain't much better to her servants. Her
woman had got a black eye she had given her with her fan. She has
never had no breeding, you see, and there are uglier stories about
her than I like to tell you, Miss Aureely; and as to the young lady,
Sir Amyas saw her with his own eyes slap the lackey's face for
bringing her brown sugar instead of white. She is a little dwarfish
thing that puts her finger in her mouth and sulks when she is not
flying out into a rage; but Colonel Mar is going to have her up to
a boarding-school to mend her manners, and he and my lady are as
much bent on marrying his Honour to her as if she was a perfect
angel."
"They never can!"
"Well, miss, they do most things they have a mind to; and they mean
to do this before my Lady's husband comes home."
"But Mr. Belamour is his nephew's guardian."
"That's what my Lady is come down here for.
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