whether the coming of the bailiffs had not hitherto been regarded as a treat.
"If you please, ma'am," said Jemima cook, "they wishes to know in which room you'd be pleased to have the inmin-tory took fust. 'Cause, ma'am, they wouldn't disturb you nor master more than can be avoided. For their line of life, ma'am, they is very civil—very civil indeed."
"I suppose they may go into the drawing-room," said Mrs. Robarts, in a sad, low voice. All nice women are proud of their drawing-rooms, and she was very proud of hers. It had been furnished when money was plenty with them, immediately after their marriage, and every thing in it was pretty, good, and dear to her. Oh, ladies, who have drawing-rooms in which the things are pretty, good, and dear to you, think of what it would be to have two bailiffs rummaging among them with pen and inkhorn, making a catalogue preparatory to a sheriff's auction, and all without fault or extravagance of your own! There were things there that had been given to her by Lady Lufton, by Lady Meredith, and other friends, and the idea did occur to her that it might be possible to save them from contamination; but she would not say a word, lest by so saying she might add to Mark's misery.
"And then the dining-room," said Jemima cook, in a tone almost of elation.
"Yes, if they please."
"And then master's bookroom here; or perhaps the bedrooms, if you and master be still here."
"Any way they please, cook; it does not much signify," said Mrs. Robarts. But for some days after that Jemima was by no means a favorite with her.
The cook was hardly out of the room before a quick footstep was heard on the gravel before the window, and the hall door was immediately opened.
"Where is your master?" said the well-known voice of Lord Lufton; and then in half a minute he also was in the bookroom.
"Mark, my dear fellow, what's all this?" said he, in a cheery tone and with a pleasant face. "Did not you know that I was here? I came down yesterday—landed from Hamburg only yesterday morning. How do you do, Mrs. Robarts? This is a terrible bore, isn't it?"
Robarts, at the first moment, hardly knew how to speak
