It only made her want to
keep Josephine; as if Josephine and a candle could protect her from
that Day and Hour! And if the moment had come, would she not have
been safer trying to endure hardness for the sake of obedience--with
the holy verses Mr. Wardour had taught her on her lips, alone with
her God and her good angel--than trying to forget all in idle chatter
with her maid, and contrary to known commands, detaining her by
foolish excuses?
It is true that Kate did not feel as if obedience to Lady Barbara was
the same duty as obedience to "Papa." Perhaps it was not in the
nature of things that she should; but no one can habitually practise
petty disobedience to one "placed in authority over" her, without
hurting the whole disposition.
CHAPTER IV.
"Thursday morning! Bother--calisthenic day!--I'll go to sleep again,
to put it off as long as I can. If I was only a little countess in
her own feudal keep, I would get up in the dawn, and gather flowers
in the May dew--primroses and eglantine!--Charlie says it is affected
to call sweet-briar eglantine.--Sylvia! Sylvia! that thorn has got
hold of me; and there's Aunt Barbara coming down the lane in the
baker's jiggeting cart.--Oh dear! was it only dreaming? I thought I
was gathering dog-roses with Charlie and Sylvia in the lane; and now
it is only Thursday, and horrid calisthenic day! I suppose I must
wake up.
'Awake, my soul, and with the sun
Thy daily stage of duty run.
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