Moffit, closing
the ledger with a snap, and peremptorily drowning what the applicant was
about to say.
"Oh, dear, no, I am only leaving to better myself, as the maids say,"
replied the young lady smiling.
"And you wish for a good salary?"
"If I can get it. One does not care to work hard for next to nothing."
"Or else I have--let me see--two--three situations on my books. Very
comfortable, I am instructed, but two of them offer ten pounds a-year,
the other twelve."
The young lady drew herself slightly up with an involuntary movement.
"Quite impossible, madam, that I could take any one of them."
Mrs. Moffit picked up a letter and consulted it, looking at the young
lady from time to time, as if taking stock of her appearance. "I
received a letter this morning from the country--a family require a
well-qualified governess for their one little girl. Your testimonials
as to qualifications might suit--and you are, I believe, a
gentlewoman--"
"Oh, yes; my father was--"
"Yes, yes, I remember--I've got it down; don't worry me," impatiently
spoke the oracle, cutting short the interruption.
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