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"Coood woman," said Cecilia, "it is too cold to stand here, and you seem half-starved already: coave orders that the carriage should be driven round the square till she was ready, andthe woman follow her into a parlour, desired to knohat she should do for her; changing, while she spoke, fro compassion, the crohich she held in her hand for double that su, madam," she answered, "if you will but plead for us to his honour: he little thinks of our distress, because he has been afflicted with none himself, and I would not be so troublesome to him, but indeed, indeed, madam, we are quite pinched for want!"
Cecilia, struck with the words, he little thinks of our distress, because he has been afflicted with none hiain asha frouinea, said, "Will this assist you? Will a guinea be sufficient to you for the present?"
"I hu low, "shall I give you a receipt?"
"A receipt?" cried Cecilia, with emotion, "for what? Alas, our accounts are by no means balanced! but I shall doan object as you seeood, madam; but I only meant a receipt in part of payment"
"Payment for what? I don't understand you"
"Did his honour never tell you, madam, of our account?"
"What account?"
"Our bill, madam, for work done to the new Tereat work my poor husband was able to do, for it was there he met with his misfortune"
"What bill? What misfortune?" cried Cecilia; "what had your husband to do at Violet-Bank?"
"He was the carpenter, ht have seen poor Hill the carpenter there"
"No, I never was there myself Perhaps you mistake me for Mrs Harrel"
"Why, sure, madam, a'n't you his honour's lady?"
"No But tell me, what is this bill?"
"'Tis a bill, madam, for very hard work, for work, madah I have been after his honour night and day to get it, and sent him letters and petitions with an account of our ! and now the servants won't even let me wait in the hall to speak to hiood, plead to his honour in our behalf! tell him ! and tell him my poor Billy, that used to help to keep us, is dead, and that all the work I can do by h to maintain us!"