"Here's something to do you good, miss. A letter from Master Frederick."
"Thank you, Dixon. How late it is!"
She spoke very languidly, and suffered Dixon to lay it on the counterpane before her, without putting out a hand to take it.
"You want your breakfast, I'm sure. I will bring it you in a minute. Master has got the tray all ready, I know."

'Here's something to do you good, miss. A letter from Master Frederick.'
'Thank you, Dixon. How late it is!'
She spoke very languidly, and let Dixon lay it on the counterpane before her.
'You want your breakfast, I'm sure. I will bring it you in a minute.'
