"There's a glisk of intelligence about ye
now that was sair to seek when I came into the room. Men are like
diamonds, you must know, Margaret darling, all the better for being cut
and rubbed. I'll teach ye things, sir, at and after Derby, that is. Till
then I'm to be verra guid."
The bringing in of the tea interrupted us. Over the cups, though Margaret
stuck to her work, there was gay talk about the main business of the day
--the supper and ball to come.
"The men will simply rave over you, dear," she said to Margaret. "There's
only six of us, seven with you added, you see, for no town ladies wait on
His Royal Highness nowadays, and I'm danced off my feet. Maclachlan will
want you every time, and you'll be wise to have him as often as possible,
for he dances like a fairy. Davie's none so bad, but Maclachlan is just
grand. And the incomparable one," grimacing prettily at me, "will foot it
trippingly by the look of him."
"I dance like a three-legged bear," said I, grim enough at having my
defects brought home to me.
"Is it that you're telling me?" she replied. "Legs like yours and no
music in them! Well, well, I'll take you in hand, that's flat.
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