He breakfasted up-stairs in his bedroom,--in the bed, indeed, eating a small pat de foie gras from the supper-table, as he read a French novel. There he was still reading his French novel in bed when his aunt's maid came to him, saying that his aunt wished to see him before she went out. "Tell me, Lucy," said he, "how is the old girl?"
"She's as cross as cross, Mr. Burgo. Indeed, I shan't;--not a minute longer. Don't, now; will you? I tell you she's waiting for me." From which it may be seen that Lucy shared the general feminine feeling in favour of poor Burgo.

He breakfasted in his bedroom, reading a French novel. He was still there when his aunt's maid came to him, saying that his aunt wished to see him.
"Tell me, Lucy," said he, "how is the old girl?"
"She's as cross as cross, Mr. Burgo."
