human
Lettice, dost thou wonder to hear me laugh? asked she.
gpt
I seemed like as if I saw, all at once, that sunshine afternoon when thou earnest first over from the Manor House, sent of my Lady Norris to make friends with us. Dost remember?
human
And thou earnest tripping lightly down the stairs, clad of a russet gown, and leddest me up to see Anstace. `Do I remember it!' Ah, Joyce, my sister, there be sore changes since that day!
gpt
Be there so? said Joyce, and smiled brightly enough.
human
A good number of miles nearer Home, Lettice, and a good number of treasures laid up for both of us, where neither moth nor rust shall hurt them. My treasures are all there which are not likewise thine. And now let me see the new gems in thy jewel-box. Who art thou, my maid?
gpt
I am Lettice Murthwaite, Madam, if you please.
human
My dear heart, I do not please to be called Madam. I am thine Aunt Joyce. Come here and kiss me, if thou wilt.
gpt
There is not much of Nell here, Lettice, said Joyce to Lady Louvaine.
human
Why, thou art like nobody, said Aunt Joyce.
gpt
Neither Ned nor Faith, nor any of Ned's elders. Lettice, where is Faith? hast not brought her withal?
human
Stuff and nonsense! and
gpt
Listen to reason! which ended up at last with
human
Lancaster and Derby!
gpt
Nay, Faith, sweet heart, no tears! cried the old lady.
human
Sure there's nought to weep for this even, without thou art so dog-weary that thou canst not keep them back.
gpt
Mistress Morrell, I wish you good even, said Temperance, coming in after her sister.
human
If you'll but learn Faith to keep that handkerchief of hers in her pocket, you'll have done the best work ever you did since we saw you last in Derwent-dale. She's for ever and the day after a-fretting and a-petting, for why she'd better tell you, for I'm a Dutchman if I can make out.
gpt
So unfeeling! came Faith's set form, from behind the handkerchief.
human
And me a poor widow!
gpt
Faith, you are not the only widow in the chamber, she said gently.
human
Temperance, my dear, she is weary, maybe.
gpt
She hasn't got a bit of call, rejoined Temperance.
human
Sat all day long in my Lord Dilston's smart caroche, lolling back in the corner, just like a feather-bed. Mistress Joyce, 'tis half ill-temper and half folly--that's what it is.
gpt
Well, well, my dear, we need not judge our neighbours.--Edith, my child, thou knowest the house as well as I; wilt thou carry thy friends above? Rebecca hath made ready My Lady's Chamber for my Lady, --with a smile at her old friend--