She made me lie down on a couch while she turned the lamp low,and then left me alone in a big palace of a bedroom filled with things.And I wanted everything I saw.If I could,I'd have lifted everything in sight.
But every minute brought that doctor nearer.Soon as I could be really sure she was gone,I got up,and,hurrying to the long French windows that opened on the great stone piazza,Iunfastened them quietly,and inch by inch I pushed them open.
There within ten feet of me stood Edward.No escape that way.He saw me,and was tiptoeing heavily toward me,when I heard the door click behind me,and in walked the Dowager back again.
I flew to her.
"I thought I heard some one out there,"I said.
"It frightened me so that I got up to look.Nobody could be out there,could they?"She walked to the window and put her head out.Her lips tightened grimly.
"No,nobody could be out there,"she said,breathing hard,"but you might get nervous just thinking there might be.We'll go to a room upstairs."And go we did,in spite of all I could plead about feeling well enough now to go alone and all the rest of it.How was I to get out of a second or third-story window?
I began to think about the Correction again as I followed her upstairs,and after she'd left me I just sat waiting for the doctor to come and send me there.I didn't much care,till Iremembered the Bishop.I could almost see his face as it would look when he'd be called to testify against me,and I'd be standing in that railed-in prisoner's pen,in the middle of the court-room,where Dan Christensen stood when they tried him.
No,I couldn't bear that;not without a fight,anyway.It was for the Bishop I'd got into this part of the scrape.I'd get out of it so's he shouldn't know how bad a thing a girl can be.
While I lay thinking it over,the same maid that had brought me the tea came in.She was an ugly,thin little thing.If she's a sample of the maids in that house,the lot of them would take the kink out of your pretty hair,Thomas J.Dorgan,Esquire,late of the House of Refuge and soon of Moyamensing.Don't throw things.
People in my set,mine and the Dowager's,don't.
She had been sent to help me undress,she said,and make me comfortable.The doctor lived just around the corner and would be in in a minute.
Phew!She wasn't very promising,but she was my only chance.
I took her.
"I really don't need any help,thank you,Nora,';I said,chipper as a sparrow,and remembering the name the Dowager had called her by."Aunt Henrietta is too fussy,don't you think?
Oh,of course,you won't say a word against her.She told me the other day that she'd never had a maid so sensible and quick-witted,too,as her Nora.Do you know,I've a mind to play a joke on the doctor when he comes.You'll help me,won't you?
Oh,I know you will!"Suddenly I remembered the Bishop's bill.
I took it out of my pocket.Yep,Tom,that's where it went.I had to choose between giving that skinny maid the biggest tip she ever got in her life--or Nance Olden to the Correction.
You needn't swear,Tom Dorgan.I fancy if I'd got there,you'd got worse.No,you bully,you know I wouldn't tell;but the police sort of know how to pair our kind.
In her cap and apron,I let the doctor in and myself out.And Idon't regret a thing up there in the Square except that lovely red coat with the high collar and the hat with the fur on it.I'd give--Tom,get me a coat like that and I'll marry you for life.
No,there's one thing I could do better if it was to be done over again.I could make that dear little old Bishop wish harder I'd been his daughter.
What am I mooning about?Oh--nothing.There's the watch--Edward's watch.Take it.
