Jerrie did not know either, but suggested that she might read to her while she was confined to her room.  ’Yes, she might, perhaps, do that, if she can read,’ Ann Eliza said.  ’She certainly has pretentions enough about her to have written several treatises on scientific subjects.  She was a year with Lady Augusta Hardy, in Ireland.  Don’t you remember the grand wedding father and mother attended in Allington two or three years ago, when Augusta Browne was married to an Irish lord, who had been bought by her money?—­for of course he did not care much for her.  Well, Doris went out with her as maid, and acts as if she, too, had married a peer.  She came last night, and mamma and I are already as afraid of her as we can be, she is so fine and airy.  She insisted upon dressing me this morning, and I felt all the while as if she were thinking how red and ugly my hair is, or counting the freckles on my face, and contrasting me with ‘my Lady Augusta,’ as she calls her.  I wonder if she ever saw my lady’s mother, Mrs. Rossiter-Browne, who told me once that I had a very petty figger, but she presumed it would envelope as I grew older.  But then people who live in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones,’ and Ann Eliza colored a little as she made this reference to her own father and mother, whose language was not much more correct than Mrs. Rossiter-Browne’s.

For one brought up as she had been, Ann Eliza was a rather sensible girl, and although she attached a great deal of importance to money, she knew it was not everything, and that with her father’s millions there was still a wide difference between him and the men to whose society he aspired; and knew, too, that although Jerrie had not a penny in the world, she was greatly her superior, and so considered by the world at large.  She was very fond of Jerrie, who had often helped her with her lessons, and stood between her and the ridicule of her companions, and was never happier than when in her society.  So now she made her bring an ottoman close beside her, and held her hand while she narrated in detail the events of the previous night, dwelling at length upon the fact that Tom had carried her in his arms, and wondering if he would call to inquire after her.  Jerrie thought he would; and, as if in answer to the thought, Doris almost immediately appeared with his card.  She was very fine and very smart, and Jerrie herself felt awed by her dignity and manner as she delivered her message.  ’The gentleman sends his compliments, and would like to know how you are this morning.’

‘Jerrie, it’s Tom! he has come!’ Ann Eliza said, with joy in her voice.  ‘Surely I can receive him here, for this is my parlor.’

Jerrie thought she might, but the toss of the fine maid’s head showed that she thought differently, as she left the room with her mistress’ message.

‘Thunderation!  I didn’t want to see her.  It’s enough to have to call,’ was Tom’s mental comment, when Doris told him he was to walk up stairs.