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Chapter 26
The shock given to Ellis by this scene of apparent detection and disgrace, prevented not Mr Tedman from exulting at a mark of preference, which he considered as a letting down to what he called the quality. He ordered his footman to see Miss safe to her lodging; and regretted that he could not take her to it in his own coach, ‘which I would certainly, my dear, do,’ he said, ‘but for the particularity of my darter, who will never consent to the most minimus thing in the world, but what she thinks will be agreeable to the quality.’

Ellis passed the rest of the day in the most severe inquietude, ruminating upon the ill effects that would probably result from an attack which she had been so little able to parry. Vainly she expected Miss Arbe, from whom alone she had any hope of support; and the apprehension of being forsaken even by her professed patroness, made the thought of appearing before Lady Kendover grow seriously formidable: but all fears were trifling compared to the consternation with which they terminated, when, the next day, while fancying that every sound would prove the chaise of Miss Arbe, hour after hour passed, without any carriage, any message; and, finally, the night closed in by the reception of a note from the steward of Lady Kendover, to demand the account of Miss Ellis, as Lady Barbara Frankland did not purpose to take any more lessons.

The abruptness of this dismission, and the indelicacy of sending it through a domestic, were not more offensive to the feelings of Ellis, than the consequences to be expected from such a measure of hostility, were menacing to her present plan of existence.

She was still deliberating in what manner to address some sort of self-justification to Lady Kendover, when a similar note arrived from the butler of Lady Arramede.

The indignant sensations which these testimonies of utter contempt excited in Ellis, were embittered by every kind of perplexity. She had not courage to present herself to any other of her scholars, while uncertain whether she might not meet with treatment equally scornful; and in this state of depression and panic, she rejoiced to receive a visit, the following morning, even from Miss Bydel, as some mark of female countenance and protection.

Yet the opening to this interview seemed not very propitious: Miss Bydel, instead of ascending the stairs, as usual, seated herself with Miss Matson, and sent for Ellis; who obeyed the call with extreme ill will, conscious how little fit for a milliner’s shop, was either what she might be called upon to say, or what she might be constrained to hear.

Miss Bydel failed not to take this opportunity of making sundry enquiries into the manner in which Ellis passed her time; whom she saw; whither she went; what sort of table she kept; and what allowance she made for the trouble which she gave to the servants.

‘Well, my dear,’ she cried, ‘this is but a bad affair, this business of the day before yesterday. I have been to Mrs Maple, and I have worked out the truth, at last; though nobody would believe the pains it cost me before I could sift it to the bottom. However, the most extraordinary part is, that when all came to all, she did not tell me who you were! for she persists she don’t so much as know it herself!’

The surprise of the milliners, and the disturbance of Ellis, were alike unheeded by Miss Bydel, whose sole solicitude was to come to the point.

‘Now the thing I principally want to know, my dear, is whether this is true? for though I would not for ever so much doubt Mrs Maple’s word, this is such a prodigious old thing, that I can’t give it the least credit.’

Ellis, in much confusion, besought that she would have the goodness to walk up stairs.

‘No, no; we are very well here; only be so kind as to let me know why you make such a secret of who you are? Every body asks me the question, go where I will; and it’s making me look no better than a fool; to think I should be at such an expence as to hire a harp for a person I know nothing of.’

Affrighted at the effect which this display of her poverty, and detection of its mystery, might produce upon her hostess, Ellis was again entreating for a tête à tête, when Mr Riley, descending from his room to pass through the shop, exclaimed, ‘Ah ha! the Demoiselle? Why I had never the pleasure to meet you down here before, Ma’am?’

‘Well, if this is not the gentleman who told us all those odd things about you at the concert!’ cried Miss Bydel: ‘I should not be sorry to speak a word or two to him myself. You were one of the passengers, I think, Sir, who came over in the same boat with Mrs Maple? And glad enough you must have been to have got back; though I suppose you were only there upon business, Sir?’

‘Not a whit, Madam! not a whit, faith! I never make bad better. I make that a rule. I always state the worst, that is to say the truth, in my own case as well as in my neighbour’s.’

‘Why then pray, Sir, if it’s no secret,—what might be the reason of your going over to such a place?’

‘Curiosity, Madam! Neither more nor less. I was agog to know what those famous Mounseers were about; and whether there were any Revolution really going forward amongst them, or not. For I used often to think they invented tales here in England, basking by their own fire-sides, that had not an atom of truth in them. I thought so, faith! But I paid for my scepticism! I was cast into prison, by Master Robertspierre, a demon of an attorney, that now rules the roast in France, without knowing what the devil it was for; while I was only gaping about me, to see what sort of a figure Mounseer would make as a liberty boy! But I shall be content to look after my own liberty in future! I shall, faith. So one’s never too old to learn; as you may find yourself, Madam, if you’ll take the trouble to cross the little canal, on a visit to Master Robertspierre. He’ll teach you gratis, I give you my word, if you have a fancy to take a few lessons. He won’t mind your age of a fig, any more than he did mine; though I imagine you to be some years my senior.’

‘I don’t know what you may imagine, Sir,’ said Miss Bydel; ‘but you can’t know much of the matter, I think, if you have not seen my register.’

‘Nay, Ma’am, you may just as well be my junior, for any knowledge I have about it. Women look old so much sooner than men, that there is no judging by the exteriour.’

‘Well, Sir, and if they do, I don’t know any great right you have to call them to account for it.’

‘Bless me, Sir!’ cried Miss Matson, ‘if you knew Miss Ellis all this time, why did you ask us all so many questions about her, as if you had never seen her before in your life?’

‘Why I never had! That’s the very problem that wants solving! Though I had spent a good seven or eight hours as near to her as I am to you, I never had seen her before!’

‘Oh! you mean because of her disguise, I take it, Sir?’ said Miss Bydel; ‘but I heard all that at the very first, from Miss Selina Joddrel; but Miss Elinor told us it was only put on for escaping; so I thought no more about it; for Mrs Maple assured us she was a young lady of family and fashion, for else she would never, she said, have let her act with us. And this we all believed easily enough, as Mrs Maple’s own nieces were such chief performers; so that who could have expected such a turn all at once, as fell out the day before yesterday, of her proving to be such a mere nothing?’

Ellis would now have retired, but Miss Bydel, holding her gown, desired her to wait.

‘Faith, Madam, as to her being a mere nothing,’ said Riley, ‘I don’t know that any of us are much better than nothing, when we sift ourselves to our origin. What are you yourself, Ma’am, for one?’

‘I, Sir? I’m descended from a gentleman’s family, I assure you! I don’t know what you mean by such a question!’

‘Why then you are descended from somebody who was rich without either trouble or merit; for that’s all that your gentleman is, as far as belongs to birth. The man amongst your grand-dads who first got the money, is the only one worth praising; and he, who was he? Why some one who baked sugar, or brewed beer, better than his neighbours; or who slashed and hewed his fellow-creatures with greater fury than they could slash and hew him in return; or who culled the daintiest herbs for the cure of gluttony; or filled his coffers with the best address, in emptying those of the knaves and fools who had been set together by the ears. Such, Ma’am, are the origins of your English gentlemen.’

‘That, Sir, is as people take things. But the most particular part of the affair here, is, that here is a person that we have got in the very midst of us, without so much as knowing her name! for, would you believe it, Miss Matson, they tell me she had no name at all, till I gave her one? For I was the very first person that called her Miss Ellis! And so here I have been a godmother, without going to a christening!’

Miss Matson expressed her surprise, with a look towards Ellis that visibly marked a diminution of respect; while one of the young women, who had fetched Ellis a chair, at the back of which she had been courteously standing, now freely dropt into it herself.

‘But pray, Sir, as we are upon the subject,’ continued Miss Bydel, ‘give me leave to ask what you thought of this Miss we don’t know who, at the beginning.’

‘Faith, Madam, I had less to do wit............
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