Lecount.
Having taken his dose of ready-made science (to use his own expression)
the first thing in the morning on an empty stomach, Captain Wragge
joined his small family circle at breakfast-time, inflated with
information for the day. He observed that Magdalen's face showed plain
signs of a sleepless night. She made no complaint: her manner was
composed, and her temper perfectly under control. Mrs. Wragge--refreshed
by some thirteen consecutive hours of uninterrupted repose--was in
excellent spirits, and up at heel (for a wonder) with both shoes. She
brought with her into the room several large sheets of tissue-paper,
cut crisply into mysterious and many-varying forms, which immediately
provoked from her husband the short and sharp question, "What have you
got there?"
"Patterns, captain," said Mrs. Wragge, in timidly conciliating tones. "I
went shopping in London, and bought an Oriental Cashmere Robe. It cost a
deal of money; and I'm going to try and save, by making it myself. I've
got my patterns, and my dress-making directions written out as plain as
print. I'll be very tidy, captain; I'll keep in my own corner, if you'll
please to give me one; and whether my head Buzzes, or whether it don't,
I'll sit straight at my work all the same.
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