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sent to her to alter her mourning, to-day,” said Mr.
Jones, of one of the great mourning warehouses in
London, to his head man; “ see that some one is sent
to her immediately.” The head man communicated
the order to the principal work-woman, adding, “ that
she had better send one of the cleverest hands.” The
principal work-woman glanced into the large room,
where there sat thirty young women at their gloomy
trade, and without waiting to make any selection,
called out that “ Miss Jervis must take her working
materials and go instantly to Mademoiselle Angela
and make such alterations in her mourning as she
required.” It was an every-day occurrence, and the
young lady to whom the commission was given having
prepared all that was needful to take with her, which
were contained in a little black box, found a cab wait-
ing for her at the shop-door, and drove off to the
handsome house of the renowned actress.

A man-servant conducted her up-stairs, and there a
grave, middle-aged waiting-woman received her, who
led her into Mademoiselle Angela’s own bed-room.
The chamber was the handsomest that the young
work-woman had ever seen, and she was rather
excited, for she knew how renowned was the lady to
whom it belonged ; her very heart beat at the thought
of seeing her. The rich mourning lay on the bed,
and while she took off her bonnet and cloak, Made-
moiselle Angela entered.

“ How beautiful she is, and how good she looks,”
thought poor Marianne.

The great lady smiled kindly at the young, modest
dressmaker—she too was struck by her appearance ;
a sentiment of great kindness filled her heart—