Lady Dorimon did not appear in very good humour; she threw herself down on the chair the Captain drew for her, and told him she was wastly sorry that she had discommodicated him, as she had only called to ax Mrs. Clarkson how she did, and have a bit of a chat with her; "for you knows " Sir, added she, " vomen generally likes to open their minds to one another; howsomever , I will leave my tickut , and take my leave."
"I expect her every minute," said Littleframe, "if your ladyship would like to wait a little."
"O dear no, I thank ye , replied she, coldly, "I has got to go, and call this morning on some of my rich city acquaintances; we, in the city, has the money after all, Captain Littleframe."
[Littleframe's dialogue omitted]
"Ah! lawk !" interrupted her polite ladyship, "what " sennifies " considering? when one can't get this vealth ! I declares , Sir Philip makes me sick with his considering ; and that wulgar expression, I'll consider of it , I tells him, is for ever and amen in his mouth."
"And yet, my lady," said Littleframe, with a smile, "people of very high consequence are very apt to make use of that expression."
"Why, lawk ! you don't say so?" said Lady Dorimon, "see how a title natterally makes one feel one's consequence! I declares , Sir Philip scarce ever used to use that expression afore he was knighted. Well , I really does'nt know whether there does'nt sound something grand in saying, " I'll consider of it ." Well , I must be off, and get into my baroutch again directly. So I wishes you a good morning, Sir. Now I'll just tell you, I means to make up a match with your brother officer --"

" Lawk ! good voman , you railly frighted me! vhy vhat if it is such a pulbeaun hour?" "But three is the hour at which we always dine; and my father on no account will sit down to a table without me, unless he knows I am gone to dine out." "Well, then," said Lady Dorimon, "you had better, ma'am , get out here, and I shall go home to Pemlico ; you lives in such a hout of the way place, that railly you must quite excuse my coming to call on you so often as I used to; for we lives almost close to the pallis , as it's a purdigious distance to drive for a morning call."

"The very negroes," continued he, "so well understand his predilection for the language of his clan, that when they see a walking buckra seeking employment on any of the estates under his charge, they accost him with the question, 'Can you talk Gaelic? for, if you can't , massa no employ you.'"

Edward accordingly went to him, and in Marly's hearing, spoke to old Quaco thus, -- "Commence at the base of yonder elevation, ascend to the summit shortly after the luminary of day attains the meridian, and by the time Phoebus sinks in the western horizon, let an angle, parallel with the base of the morning commencement, be the conclusion of the day's manual labour." With the exception of the hand being pointed towards the elevation where the work was to be done, the whole lingo was downright Greek to Quaco ; but he answered with a bow, "Yes, busha ," and the Busha retired. Quaco knowing that the book-keeper was within ear-shot all the time, went and asked him, "What hab busha say ?" "I dinna weel ken ," was the reply of the book-keeper, "but I'll gang in and leuk at the dictionair ." If the first was Greek, this might be said to be real Gaelic to poor Quaco, who new as little of the Scotch dialect as he did of meridians, horizons, angles, and parallels; but remembering that the busha said something about Phoebus, he thought he might want him, and accordingly he posted to the negro huts in the search, and immediately finding Phoebus, Quaco hied him away to the busha.

The storm still increased, but Mrs. Higgins could not prevail upon Sir James to stay till it was over; she therefore fetched her umbrella, and did all in her power to persuade him to put on a great coat of her husband's, which he at first refused.
" La! now, do ye pray Sir , put on *our measter's great quoate* , I assure ye 'twill kip out all the roin , for Walter is despert subject to the rheumatics in his feace, and ou * had it made wi such on high collar as it do cover'n up quite to the nause ."*
"I shall not want it, Mrs. Higgins," replied Sir James, "I am much obliged to you, but the umbrella will do vastly well."
" La ! why Sir, there! 'tis very bold of I to be sartin , to ask you to put on a poor man's quoate ; and perhaps a great gentleman like you mayn't chuse it; but there! I begs pardon ; and I assure you Walter is very clean and dessent *; and he has never worn it but three times."
* Our measter's , my husband's; quoate , coat; roin , rain; ou , him, or her; nause , nose; dessent , decent.
The most learned etymologists have referred these terms to the language of the Indigenae, called by Caesar "Dobuni." Schweighauser supposes that the original dialect was the genuine " Strood Waater ," from the Celtic.

The girl persisted that the gypsey woman Sir James spoke to, was her mother, and she never remembered having been with any other set of people besides these vagrants; and by the strange gibberish she spoke, it was very apparent, she never had been taught a better language.
"Well, however things may be enveloped in mystery," cried Mrs. Cameron, "I am sure this child is of no vulgar origin. I hope Mrs. Nelson, she will not be employed about any laborious or menial offices."
"No, Madam, I wanted a girl very much to assist me in the still room, and in pickling and preserving, and I shall instruct her in these things, as she seems very docile. And if she is a good girl, I will teach her to read; and Mr. Sloane the house steward has taken a great fancy to her, and says he will teach her to write."
"That is very kind indeed," returned Mrs. Cameron, "I hope you will be very grateful."
" Me dont know what be grateful ," said the girl, "but me love Madam Nelson, she be very kind to me, me do all she tell me ."
"Should you like to go back again to your mother?"
"Oh no! no! me hope never see gypsey more ; they use me very bad , and make me de thief."
"Well," said Mrs. Cameron, "you shall not go back to them. But you must endeavour to talk like Mrs. Nelson, and to learn to read and write, and I will give you books, and perhaps may instruct you in some things myself, when I come into this country again."
"Thank you me lady, very good me lady," cried the girl, dropping an awkward curtsey at every sentence, " me try all day long , for me speak like me lady. "

"How d'ye do Molly?" said Clarendon, "have you heard any thing of your master lately?" "Yes Sir," replied the girl, making an aukward curtesy, " Mr. Slone had a letter yesterday, and master is coming here for a few days soon, but ou wo'nt stop long; for I finds he is going down into Wales."
Charles, who wanted to come to the point, asked Molly who the young lady was she had met. "Miss Fletcher, the parson's daughter, Sir," replied the girl. "But the other young lady," returned Clarendon. "Young lady, Sir," exclaimed Molly, giggling, " 'tis no young lady, but the gypsey wench, as our master brought home with him . A proud, insolent minx, as will hardly speak to her betters ; for I thinks myself her betters. I was born of honest, dessent parents, and dont belong to no thieves and vagabonds ." "You must mistake young woman, you and I cannot mean the same person."
" La yes we does Sir, I don't wonder as how you took her for a lady, to be sure , she has the impudence to dress like one. And the parson's daughter, have made her think more of herself than she did before, by filling her head wi a * passel of larning and nonsense, not fit for a poor wench as must work for her bread . But she is a genius it seems, and much good it will do her. She will be a kept madam, or some such thing; for what sober honest man would take up wi such fal lal trumpery as that for a wife?" "You don't seem to like her Molly." "Why no Sir, I wonder how I should. An old sarvant like I , who have lived in the family these six years, and worn myself out, must needs think it very hard, to have such a wench as that set above me." "Nay Molly," said Clarendon, "you don't look much as if you were worn out I think, with that fine bloom in your cheeks. It don't appear as if your constitution was hurt by hard work."
" La Sir," replied Molly, simpering, " I dare say I do look all of a blowze now. I'ze been walking so fast, and put myself in a bit of a heat , cause I was sent after that hussy. For Madam Nelson wanted her home from the parson's, (where she has been for ever so long,) backwards and forwards, cause master was coming home, and there was a deal to do. I wonders what would be said, if other sarvants was to go out when they saw fit, and stay as long as they liked?"

"How d'ye do Molly?" said Clarendon, "have you heard any thing of your master lately?" "Yes Sir," replied the girl, making an aukward curtesy, " Mr. Slone had a letter yesterday, and master is coming here for a few days soon, but ou wo'nt stop long; for I finds he is going down into Wales."
Charles, who wanted to come to the point, asked Molly who the young lady was she had met. "Miss Fletcher, the parson's daughter, Sir," replied the girl. "But the other young lady," returned Clarendon. "Young lady, Sir," exclaimed Molly, giggling, " 'tis no young lady, but the gypsey wench, as our master brought home with him . A proud, insolent minx, as will hardly speak to her betters ; for I thinks myself her betters. I was born of honest, dessent parents, and dont belong to no thieves and vagabonds ." "You must mistake young woman, you and I cannot mean the same person."
" La yes we does Sir, I don't wonder as how you took her for a lady, to be sure , she has the impudence to dress like one. And the parson's daughter, have made her think more of herself than she did before, by filling her head wi a * passel of larning and nonsense, not fit for a poor wench as must work for her bread . But she is a genius it seems, and much good it will do her. She will be a kept madam, or some such thing; for what sober honest man would take up wi such fal lal trumpery as that for a wife?" "You don't seem to like her Molly." "Why no Sir, I wonder how I should. An old sarvant like I , who have lived in the family these six years, and worn myself out, must needs think it very hard, to have such a wench as that set above me." "Nay Molly," said Clarendon, "you don't look much as if you were worn out I think, with that fine bloom in your cheeks. It don't appear as if your constitution was hurt by hard work."
" La Sir," replied Molly, simpering, " I dare say I do look all of a blowze now. I'ze been walking so fast, and put myself in a bit of a heat , cause I was sent after that hussy. For Madam Nelson wanted her home from the parson's, (where she has been for ever so long,) backwards and forwards, cause master was coming home, and there was a deal to do. I wonders what would be said, if other sarvants was to go out when they saw fit, and stay as long as they liked?"