Behind a Mask

Has she come? No Mamma not yet. I wish it were well over. The thought of it worries and excites me. A cushion for my back Bella. And poor peevish Mrs. Coventry sank into an easy chair with a nervous sigh and the air of a martyr while her pretty daughter hovered about her with affectionate solicitude. Who are they talking of Lucia? asked the languid young man lounging on a couch near his cousin who bent over her tapestry work with a happy smile on her usually haughty face. The new governess Miss Muir. Shall I tell you about her? No thank you. I have an inveterate aversion to the whole tribe. I've often thanked heaven that I had but one sister and she a spoiled child so that I have escaped the infliction of a governess so long.