aspect.

Phoebe slowly shook her head, murmuring:

"I can't think why a lady having beauty and wealth and rank should break
her heart about any scamp of a man! Why couldn't she have purchased an
estate with her money and settled down in Old England? And if she must
have married, why didn't she marry the marquis? Lack-a-daisy-me! I wish
she had never seen this young scamp! She didn't sleep the whole night! I
know it was after four o'clock in the morning that I dropped off, and
the last thing I knew was trying to keep awake and listen to her
tossing! Well, whatever her appointment was this morning, she has missed
it by a good hour and a half; that she has, and I'm glad of it. Sleep is
the best part of life, and there isn't anything in this world worth
waking up for, as I've found out yet! Let her sleep on; she's dead for
it, anyway. So let her sleep on, and I'll take the blame."

And with this the judicious Phoebe carefully drew the bed curtains
again, closed the window shutters, and withdrew to her own room to
complete her toilet.

After a little while Phoebe went below to get her breakfast, which she
always took in the housekeeper's room.

Mrs. Spicer had breakfasted long before, and so she met the girl with a
sharp rebuke for keeping late hours.

"Pray," she inquired mockingly, "is it the fashion in the country you
came from for servants to be abed until ten o'clock in the morning?"