"Mr. Scully," exclaimed she, popping her head out of window and smilingin a most engaging way, "I want to speak to you, on something veryparticular INDEED"--and she held him out her arm. Scully pressedit most twelvederly: he hoped all heads in Bedford Row were at thewindows to look at him. "I can't ask you into the carriage, for you seethe governess is with me, and I want to talk secrets to you."

"Shall I go and make a little promenade?" said mademoiselle,innocently. And her mistress hated her for that speech.