JEAN MUIR
"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."2