. The Saturday evening post. g lady is thefavorite niece of His Lordship and relatedto half the chief people in the county. Mr. Briggs ceased completing his toilet,turned and gazed at him somewhat blankly. Whats that you say ? he said sharply. Miss Priscilla is a niece of His Lordshipand related to half the chief people in thecounty, said Anderson yet more distinctly. The fierce triumph faded from Mr. Briggsface, and he said in a tone of great uneasi-ness: She is, is she? He looked at Priscilla, and a suddendread dawned in his eyes. They began toretire a little into their sockets. Priscillawas
. The Saturday evening post. g lady is thefavorite niece of His Lordship and relatedto half the chief people in the county. Mr. Briggs ceased completing his toilet,turned and gazed at him somewhat blankly. Whats that you say ? he said sharply. Miss Priscilla is a niece of His Lordshipand related to half the chief people in thecounty, said Anderson yet more distinctly. The fierce triumph faded from Mr. Briggsface, and he said in a tone of great uneasi-ness: She is, is she? He looked at Priscilla, and a suddendread dawned in his eyes. They began toretire a little into their sockets. Priscillawas looking at Anderson. The sight of himin Mr. Briggs drawing-room was a greatsurprise; his statement that she was LordBranksomes favorite niece an evengreater, though it was possible that shewould assume that position if ever LordBranksome made her acquaintance. She is, sir. And nothing puts up thecountys back like anyones meddling withone of themselves. And Miss Priscilla is ageneral favorite, said Anderson in / Dont Believe Youd Stick at Nothing I And —and —its Really Romantic. the Old Times One Reads Of Ow was I to know that? Ow was I toknow who she was? The moment I catchesold of er I arsks er for er name an ad-dress, an the young uss—the young lady,I mean —ups an tells me to go ome andwash me face an put it in a paper bag,said Mr. Briggs in an injured tone. Yes, sir. She would, sir. Shes a veryhigh-spirited young lady. The aristocracyare like that, said Anderson. An orl I done was to make er comealong er me ter The Towers till she give meer name an address, said Mr. Briggs ina rising whine as his sense of injury grewkeener. You had no business to lay a finger onher, sir, said Anderson severely. Why not? Im a landed proprietor,aint I? said Mr. Briggs with some heat. Yes, sir. But these high-handed waysare all very well in Bootle—with factorygirls and such people. But they wont dowith the aristocracy, sir. They reallywont. Youll be years living down
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