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"What references have you got from your last situation?"
"I have never been in service before--my lady."
"My word! That's bad. However, you're on the spot, and Lady Kilmarny
recommends you. The poor Princess was going to try you, it seems. I
should think she wouldn't have given much for a maid without any
experience."
"I was to have had two thousand francs a year as the Princess's com--if
the Princess was satisfied."
"Preposterous! I don't believe a word of it. Why, what can you _do_? Can
you dress hair? Can you make a blouse?"
"I did my mother's hair, and sometimes my cousin's."
"_Your_ mother! _Your_ cousin! I'm talking of a lidy."
My sense of humour _did_ almost fail me just then. But I caught hold of
it by the tail just as it was darting out of the window, spitting and
scratching like a cross cat.
It was remembering Monsieur Charretier that brought me to my bearings.
"I think your ladyship would be satisfied," I said. "And I make all my
own dresses."
"That one you've got on?--which is _most_ unsuitable for a maid, I may
tell you, and I should never permit it.
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