InthemorningIawokeaboutten，perfectlygayandrefreshed. Phoebewasupbeforeme，andaskedmeinthekindestmannerhowIdid，howIhadrested，andifIwasreadyforbreakfast?

carefully，atthesametime，avoidingtoincreasetheconfusionshesawIwasin，atlookingherintheface，byanyhintofthenight'sbedscene. ItoldherifshepleasedIwouldgetup，andbeginanyworkshewouldbepleasedtosetmeabout. Shesmiled; presentlythemaidbroughtintheteaequipage，andIjusthuddledmyclotheson，wheninwaddledmymistress. Iexpectednolessthantobetoldof，ifnotchidfor，mylaterising，whenIwasmostagreeablydisappointedbyhercomplimentsonmypureandfreshlooks.Iwas

“abudofbeauty

“(thiswasherstyle)，

“andhowvastlyallthefinemenwouldadmireme!

“toallwhichmyanswersdidnot，Icanassureyou，wrongmybreeding; theywereassimpleandsillyastheycouldwish，and，nodoubt，flatteredtheminfinitelymorethanhadtheyprovedmeenlightenedbyeducationandaknowledgeoftheworld. Webreakfasted，andtheteathingswerescarceremoved，wheninwerebroughttwobundlesoflinenandwearingapparel:inshort，allthenecessariesforriggingmeout，astheytermedit，completely. Imaginetoyourself，Madam，howmylittlecoquetheartflutteredwithjoyatthesightofawhitelutestring，floweredwithsilver，scouredindeed，butpassedonmeforspickandspannew， aBrusselslacecap，braitedshoes，andtherestin