Graves said, 'Yes, my Lady, I hope she is;' when just, as we flattered ourselves, that the dear little creature was enjoying a quiet sleep, Miss Graves called out, 'Oh, my Lady! my Lady! Julie's in a fit!' and when I turned round she was lying on her back, kicking, with her eyes shut." And here the Marchioness detected Mr. Grey, and gave him as fashionable a stare as might be expected from a Lady Patroness of Almack's.
"The Marchioness—Mr. Vivian Grey—My love, I assure you we're engaged in a most important, a most———"
"Oh! my life, I wouldn't disturb you for the world, only if you will just tell me what you think ought to be done; leeches, or a warm bath; or shall I send for Doctor Blue Pill?""
The Marquess looked a little annoyed, as if he wished her Ladyship—in her own room again. He was almost meditating a gentle reprimand, vexed that his grave young friend
