"Why, my
dear Bella," said he, "after all, this is your department, not mine."
"Yes, but unless I please you in every department there is no happiness
for me."
"But you know you please me in everything; and the more I look into
anything, the wiser I always think you. You have chosen the best
wet-nurse possible. Send her to me."
Lady Bassett hesitated. "You will be kind to her. You know the
consequence if anything happens to make her fret. Baby will suffer for
it."
"Oh, I know. Catch me offending this she potentate till he is weaned.
Dress for the journey, my dear, and send nurse to me."
Lady Bassett went into the next room, and after a long time Mary came
to Sir Charles with baby in her arms.
Mary had lost for a time some of her ruddy color, but her skin was
clearer, and somehow her face was softened. She looked really a
beautiful and attractive young woman.
She courtesied to Sir Charles, and then took a good look at him.
"Well, nurse," said he, cheerfully, "here we are back again, both of
us."
"That we be, sir." And she showed her white teeth in a broad smile.
"La, sir, you be a sight for sore eyes. How well you do look, to be
sure!"
"Thank you, Mary. I never was better in my life. You look pretty well
too; only a little pale; paler than Lady Bassett does.
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