Yours truly,

EMILY FOX-SETON

Jane Cupp trembled and turned pale with joy as she read her letter.

“Oh, mother!” she said, breathless with happiness.  “And to think she is almost a marchioness this very minute.  I wonder if I shall go with her to Oswyth Castle first, or to Mowbray, or to Hurst?”

“My word!” said Mrs. Cupp, “you are in luck, Jane, being as you’d rather be a lady’s maid than live private in Chichester.  You needn’t go out to service, you know.  Your uncle’s always ready to provide for you.”

“I know he is,” answered Jane, a little nervous lest obstacles might be put in the way of her achieving her long-cherished ambition.  “And it’s kind of him, and I’m sure I’m grateful.  But—­though I wouldn’t hurt his feelings by mentioning it—­it is more independent to be earning your own living, and there’s more life, you see, in waiting on a titled lady and dressing her for drawing-rooms and parties and races and things, and travelling about with her to the grand places she lives in and visits.  Why, mother, I’ve heard tell that the society in the servants’ halls is almost like high life.  Butlers and footmen and maids to high people has seen so much of the world and get such manners.  Do you remember how quiet and elegant Susan Hill was that was maid to Lady Cosbourne?  And she’d been to Greece and to India.  If Miss Fox-Seton likes travel and his lordship likes it, I may be taken to all sorts of wonderful places.  Just think!”

She gave Mrs. Cupp a little clutch in her excitement.  She had always lived in the basement kitchen of a house in Mortimer Street and had never had reason to hope she might leave it.  And now!

“You’re right, Jane!” her mother said, shaking her head.  “There’s a great deal in it, particular when you’re young.  There’s a great deal in it.”

When the engagement of the Marquis of Walderhurst had been announced, to the consternation of many, Lady Maria had been in her element.  She was really fine at times in her attitude towards the indiscreetly or tactlessly inquiring.  Her management of Lady Malfry in particular had been a delightful thing.  On hearing of her niece’s engagement, Lady Malfry had naturally awakened to a proper and well-behaved if belated interest in her.  She did not fling herself upon her breast after the manner of worldly aunts in ancient comedies in which Cinderella attains fortune.  She wrote a letter of congratulation, after which she called at South Audley Street, and with not too great obviousness placed herself and her house at the disposal of such female relatives as required protection during the period of their preparation for becoming marchionesses.  She herself could not have explained exactly how it was that, without being put through any particular process, she understood, before her call was half over, that Emily’s intention was to remain with Lady Maria Bayne and