"As long as it ends in your
grandmamma's managing the matter for us, the rest is of very
little consequence."
Miss Milroy took up her father's pen, drew it through the last
line of the advertisement, and wrote the altered address with her
own hand as follows:
"_Apply, by letter, to M., Post-office, Thorpe Ambrose,
Norfolk_."
"There!" she said, bustling to her place at the breakfast-table.
"The advertisement may go to London now; and, if a governess
_does_ come of it, oh, papa, who in the name of wonder will she
be? Tea or coffee, Mr. Armadale? I'm really ashamed of having
kept you waiting. But it is such a comfort," she added, saucily,
"to get all one's business off one's mind before breakfast!"
Father, daughter, and guest sat down together sociably at the
little round table, the best of good neighbors and good friends
already.
Three days later, one of the London newsboys got _his_ business
off his mind before breakfast. His district was Diana Street,
Pimlico; and the last of the morning's newspapers which he
disposed of was the newspaper he left at Mrs. Oldershaw's door.
CHAPTER III.
THE CLAIMS OF SOCIETY.
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