She was a very lovely young woman, with an indescribable matronly air
about her that spoke of the mother. She would have been really quite
beautiful but for a certain worn look, often seen in women of fashion;
and when she spoke there was a sweetness and simplicity of manner that
was most winning.
"Pardon me," with a shade of perplexity in her eyes, "but I suppose my
servant was right in stating that you had come by appointment in answer
to my advertisement?"
"Yes, madam," I returned, readily; for her slight nervousness put me at
my ease. "I have your letter here."
"And you are really applying for the nurse's situation--the upper nurse,
I mean; for, of course, there is an under nurse kept. I hope" (colouring
a little) "that you will not think me rude if I say that I was not
prepared for the sort of person I was to see."
I could have groaned as I thought of my note. Was it possible that I had
spelt "advertisement" wrongly, and yet I had the paper before me; my
handwriting was neat and legible, but evidently Mrs. Morton was drawing
some comparison between my letter and appearance, and I did not doubt
that the former had not prepossessed her in my favour.
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