Date: 1891
Ay, dear."  A sniff and other sounds of a labouring human machine by Avhich Sararann's approach was heralded, might now be heard on the stairs, and her mistress returned to practi calities with the promptitude of one obeying a signal.  She advised Evelyn to hang the silk gown up again and to betake herself also out of the dust she and her handmaid were about to raise.