body in to tea!—and you know I can't make the tea as I like it."
"I didn't think of the shower," replied I, (and, indeed, the thought of its driving her home had never entered my head.)
"No of course, you were under shelter yourself, and you never thought of other people."
I bore her coarse reproaches with astonishing equanimity, even with cheerfulness; for I was sensible that I had done more good to Nancy Brown, than harm to her; and perhaps some other thoughts assisted to keep up my spirits, and impart a relish to the cup of cold, overdrawn tea, and a charm to the otherwise unsightly table, and—I had almost said—to Miss Matilda's unamiable face. But she soon betook herself to the stables, and left me to the quiet enjoyment of my solitary meal.
