Who am
I? I'm Mr. Bygrave--Christian name, Thomas. Who are you? You're Mrs.
Bygrave--Christian name, Julia. Who is that young lady who traveled with
you from London? That young lady is Miss Bygrave--Christian name, Susan.
I'm her clever uncle Tom; and you're her addle-headed aunt Julia. Say it
all over to me instantly, like the Catechism! What is your name?"
"Spare my poor head!" pleaded Mrs. Wragge. "Oh, please spare my poor
head till I've got the stage-coach out of it!"
"Don't distress her," said Magdalen, joining them at that moment. "She
will learn it in time. Come into the house."
Captain Wragge shook his wary head once more. "We are beginning badly,"
he said, with less politeness than usual. "My wife's stupidity stands
in our way already."
They went into the house. Magdalen was perfectly satisfied with all the
captain's arrangements; she accepted the room which he had set apart
for her; approved of the woman servant whom he had engaged; presented
herself at tea-time the moment she was summoned but still showed no
interest whatever in the new scene around her. Soon after the table
was cleared, although the daylight had not yet faded out, Mrs.
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