Lecount catch you with your wits wool-gathering. I say the same
after what has happened this morning. Let her suspect you! I defy her to
find a fragment of foundation for her suspicions, unless we help her. We
shall see to-day if she has been foolish enough to betray herself to her
master before she has any facts to support her. I doubt it. If she has
told him, we will rain down proofs of our identity with the Bygraves
on his feeble little head till it absolutely aches with conviction. You
have two things to do on this excursion. First, to distrust every word
Mrs. Lecount says to you. Secondly, to exert all your fascinations, and
make sure of Mr. Noel Vanstone, dating from to-day. I will give you the
opportunity when we leave the carriage and take our walk at Dunwich.
Wear your hat, wear your smile; do your figure justice, lace tight; put
on your neatest boots and brightest gloves; tie the miserable little
wretch to your apron-string--tie him fast; and leave the whole
management of the matter after that to me. Steady! here is Mrs. Wragge:
we must be doubly careful in looking after her now. Show me your cap,
Mrs. Wragge! show me your shoes! What do I see on your apron? A spot? I
won't have spots! Take it off after breakfast, and put on another.
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