Jack was the only person that
sympathised with me,--dear old Jackie-boy! I'm beginning to think that
there is a good deal to Jack, for all he's so girlie.
[Illustration: "IN THE DRAWING-ROOM CAR."]
The Ervengs called for me the morning after papa and Nannie had gone to
the mountains,--right after breakfast,--and I can assure you it was
dreadfully hard to keep back the tears when I was telling the family
good-bye; and when I was seated in the carriage, right under Mr. and
Mrs. Erveng's eyes, I got the most insane desire to scream out loud, or
burst the door open and jump out: I had to sit up very straight and set
my lips tight together, to keep from doing it.
That feeling wore off, though, by the time we got settled in the
drawing-room car, and I was three seats from Mrs. Erveng,--I managed
that,--with Mr. Erveng and Hilliard between us. It was a marvel to me
the way those two waited on Mrs. Erveng; in watching them do it I
forgot about myself. Her chair must be at just such an angle, her
footstool in just such a position, and the cushions at her back just so
many, and most carefully arranged; and if she stirred, they were all
attention immediately.
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