Continuing in this situation some time, the sound of footsteps, and a voice which exclaimed, " Lawk a marcy on me! 'tis her ghaust !" made her start, and look up: when she beheld Robin Higgins looking aghast, and standing before her.Robin came in for a gardening knife he had left on the table, and not knowing our heroine was in the country, he made this exclamation. "How d'ye do Robin?" said Silvanella, drying her tears. "Why I beant mighty well, but you, Silvanella, know the cause of thuc . How be you? to my mind, you look despert meakumish ! la , you did use to have a colour as fresh as a rause ." "Ah! those days are over Robin."
"And why be they auver ? cause ye do kip company we gentlevolk , and turn night into doy . Zookers ! why before Madam Cameron comed here, and you used to be we Madam Nelson and rise yarley a mornings, and go to bed yarley b'nights , you was the prettiest plump rawy wench, I ever set my eyes on! but now you do look shim as skinny and as white as a leady . Ah ! Silvanella, you had a better a had I. We should ha been as appy the days is long, you should never have wanted for nothing . And as for the veather's consent, I don't doubt but as how I could ha got that . Vor mother I know, would ha persuaded un toot . And a man would hardly be such a vool , as to cut off his own natural posteriors out a spite, case his son didn't marry to please un . Thof to be sure , ou did zay , that nif I did ha you, ou would make all he is worth to cousin John Dowse: and that to be sartin , would be pravawking enough, case d'ye zee , veather our zaved a good deal a money. But a may partly thank mother vor that, vor her was always a despert scrat . However, Miss Silvanella, if you would have I, and take all changes, I'd work for you late and yarly , come the worst. Do ye think ont now, woot ?" "I am much obliged to you Robin, but you know my mind on that subject."
"Why I do. And I have dissolved many times never to zay no more about it . But there, when I do zee ye , I caunt help it. Vor them there pretty eyes , do meake me break all my resoluteions . La , methinks when I catched you just nows a crying , they did shine , vor all the world just like the zun , drough a shower of roin . Ah! Silvanella, I be no more like the zame lad , I was two years back, than nothing . I was then as merry a bird, but now, I cannot get a crum of rest, and do nothing but toss and turn all night, and think of those pretty eyes. Mother cries, and says I am become quite a noomy . Now do ye , Silvanella, consider a little about it, you will never have a truer lovyer ; and I doant care a brass vardor about your being a gypsey wench: I am sure, I should scorn ever to tell you of it, if we should ever have any words." "You are very kind," replied Silvanella, looking rather disdainfully, and rising to leave the marquee , "but I desire you will never trouble me any more, with your conversation."
" Nay , you need not to give yourself these high airs neither , considering all things. But I'll be danged if you shall be off, without letting me have a buss ," cried Robin, attempting at the same time to lay hold of Silvanella, who was struggling violently to disengage herself from the embraces of this boor, when Sir James Barrington entered the marquee [...]

A strange jargon of voices, and the sound of wheels made them look round , when they beheld a gang of gypsies on their march, with a tilted cart drawn by a dog horse, which contained some of their goods and chattels; and some of the women and children were on asses. They were immediately accosted by one of the former, who cried out in their peculiar dialect " Me tell my lady's fortune! tell you good fortune my lady, me tell you good luck please your honour, if your honour cross a poor gypsy's hand with a shilling."

In about six months she could express herself in pretty good language, and read quite as well as her instructress; and Mr. Sloane had taught her to write, and made her a better arithmetician, than most modern young ladies who had been drudging through the rules for several years at boarding school. Silvanella (for so she was still called, in compliance with the wishes of Mrs. Cameron) was by no means satisfied with reading the bible, and the whole art of cookery made easy, which were the only studies Mrs. Nelson thought necessary. Possessing superior talents, and having a thirst for knowledge, every moment she was not employed in household business, she had a book in her hand; and would frequently rise two hours before the family was stirring, and go into Sir James's library, where she remained improving her mind with infinite delight, till it was time to get the breakfast ready in the housekeeper's room: which was an employment that devolved upon her.

"Bless me how you are grown Silvanella!" said Mrs. Cameron, after recovering her surprise. "It is a great while since I had the honour of seeing you ma'am," replied the blushing girl, "I believe I am a good deal taller."
Mrs. Cameron talked some time to her; and was still more amazed at the ease and propriety with which she expressed herself, than at her appearance: and the next time she saw Mrs. Nelson alone, she inquired how she had contrived to make such a changeling of her.

"Then I suppose," said Mrs. Mansell, lowering her voice, and not appearing to have attended to the last remark, "the Miss Dorringtons have had no regular coming out like. "
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"Law, but people don't go to plays and concerts to talk all sensible like," said Mrs. Mansell.

"Law! I wonder at that," replied Mrs. Mansell, "for as you know Lady Aucherly so well, and she being a sister, like , to Mrs. Macmaurice, I should have thought--"

"I would," said he, in the Irish acccent , "but I don't see any young lady disengaged under thirty--and not being quite so much myself , I wouldn't like to dance with my superior, at all, at all."
"Oh, I'll get you a good partner," said Mrs. Macmaurice, introducing him to Miss Simmons.
"Augh! by St. Patrick," exclaimed he, "but this is a trate now, to be sure --you hid yourself behind Mrs. Mac. that I mightn't see your swait face, but I saw you all the time."

"Lor love 'e, well, to think of Anner! " cried Miss Maria Grimshaw, "your sisters 'a been a tellin us all about it—and we're going with 'em to Hammersmith, to see your pa—so we been a waiting in Piccurdilly , for one of the stages, but as there on't be one as goes off much afore a't ' a'ter four, we thought we would have a bit of a Bond-street lounge, only this little passel of my night things don't look so well, do it ?"
This was uttered with such an expression of vulgar mirth, and a chuckling laugh, that it became quite insupportable to Lady Aucherly, and interrupting Miss Simmons, she requested Phoebe to get in the carriage.— Phoebe immediately obeyed, and was assisted by Miss Grimshaw's brother, who acquitted himself with such an affected theatrical grace, that several men of fashion passing by, found it impossible to restrain their laughter.
Lady Aucherly's heart trembled with mortification, though her countenance did not betray it, and promising to call on Miss Simmons very soon, apologized for being in such a hurry, and ordered the coachman to drive on.
"There they goes!" cried Miss Grimshaw, as she stood looking after the carriage: "there they goes! who but they; lawk , how dashy 'tis for your sisters to ride about in that broutch and four hosses ."
"And two men a hossback behind 'em," added her sister.
"Lawks, Marier , did you see what Jessy had on!"
"Iss sure— 'tis some new kick, ain't it?
"Lars love 'e Sally Simmons," continued Miss Maria, "do 'e get us acquainted with Lady Archerly, when 'tis your turn to be with her."
"Oh, you know," said Miss Simmons, " 'tis a great favor I assure you, that we are noticed by her, and we can't take the liberty of introducing our friends."
"Lawk o'me! not with your own flesh and blood aunt!" exclaimed Miss.Grimshaw.
" 'Tis n't her own flesh and blood aunt," returned her sister.
"Well if she baint —is she so proud as all that!"
"Aye, I warrant her," cried Miss Maria, "she gave me a very rude stare when I curt'sied, but I sha'n't cry my eyes out if she stares again; I can give her as good as her own, any day."
"Pray don't talk so loud," said Miss Simmons.
"Lawk!" returned Miss Grimshaw, "why 'tis all the fash , among the quality: we were at Cov'n Gar'n last week —"
"And the play was— interrupted her brother.
"Lawk, what sinifies what the play was," said Miss Grimshaw, " 'tweren't that; I was going to mention summut by way of proof poz ; and there —"
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"Lawk, I will there now— Lor here's the two Frenchmen again-—what a grimacing!"
"Lawks!" cried Miss Grimshaw, " d'ye hear 'em parlez vousing ?"
"What will they say to this news," observed Mr. Thomas Grimshaw, "I wonder whether we shall have an illumination."
" Tom's full of the news," said his sister Maria.
"As full as a hegg ," cried Miss Grimshaw.
"I wish you wouldn't keep such a noise, said Sarah Simmons.
"Lars love'e, Sally Simmons, I can't help it," said Miss Maria – "I can't indeed."
"Lawk!" exclaimed Miss Grimshaw, "look at that man riding so fast on his speckledy hoss ".
"And how cruel," said Miss Simmons, "to spur the poor dumb animal so."
" 'Tis their divildom ," returned Miss Grimshaw.
" Lorks !" cried Miss Maria, "I should laugh if the blood was to spirt out upon his nice leather breeches and the crame colour'd tops to his boots – Laws, what a sight of leather breeches there always is in this street, ain't there? Why there's a hundred pair here now, I do think – I say Tom, what a pity 'tis you ha'n't a got yourn ."
"They bain't clean," said Miss Grimshaw.
"Do hold you tongues, can't you," said her brother.
"Lawks!" cried Miss Grimshaw, "it's hard if one must'nt speak!"

The two daughters, who were now about five and twenty, had been sent to a third rate boarding school, in the neighbourhood of the metropolis, where they got a smattering of French, dancing, & c;. but as at this school, they met with girls of a much inferior situation in life, they had acquired, by associating with them, a vulgar articulation of vulgar phrases, which being accompanied by vulgar manners, rendered the Miss Grimshaws as inferior to the Miss Simmonses, as they were to Lady Aucherly .