ABSTRACT
At the bottom of the stairs, where Ethelinde arrived almost without knowing why she went, or whither she intended to go, she met Miss Newenden. – ‘Hey day!’ cried the latter, ‘what’s the matter now? I never saw such an house in my life. There’s Chesterville has been talking himself into a passion below, and you and Montgomery have been sympathizing above. It’s altogether excessively wearing. Do have done with these perpetual lachrymals; really it hurts even my spirits to hear of nothing but squabbling and sorrowing.’
