Cashel Byron's Profession

"If you please, madam," said one of her staff of domestics, a native

of Wiltstoken, who stood in deep awe of the lady of the castle,

"Miss Goff is waiting for you in the drawing-room."

The drawing-room of the castle was a circular apartment, with a

dome-shaped ceiling broken into gilt ornaments resembling thick

bamboos, which projected vertically downward like stalagmites. The

heavy chandeliers were loaded with flattened brass balls, magnified

fac-similes of which crowned the uprights of the low, broad,

massively-framed chairs, which were covered in leather stamped with

Japanese dragon designs in copper-colored metal. Near the fireplace

was a great bronze bell of Chinese shape, mounted like a mortar on a

black wooden carriage for use as a coal-scuttle. The wall was

decorated with large gold crescents on a ground of light blue.

In this barbaric rotunda Miss Carew found awaiting her a young lady

of twenty-three, with a well-developed, resilient figure, and a

clear complexion, porcelain surfaced, and with a fine red in the

cheeks. The lofty pose of her head expressed an habitual sense of

her own consequence given her by the admiration of the youth of the

neighborhood, which was also, perhaps, the cause of the neatness of

her inexpensive black dress, and of her irreproachable gloves,

boots, and hat. She had been waiting to introduce herself to the

lady of the castle for ten minutes in a state of nervousness that

culminated as Lydia entered.

"How do you do, Miss Goff, Have I kept you waiting? I was out."

"Not at all," said Miss Goff, with a confused impression that red

hair was aristocratic, and dark brown (the color of her own) vulgar.

She had risen to shake hands, and now, after hesitating a moment to

consider what etiquette required her to do next, resumed her seat.

Miss Carew sat down too, and gazed thoughtfully at her visitor, who

held herself rigidly erect, and, striving to mask her nervousness,

unintentionally looked disdainful.

"Miss Goff," said Lydia, after a silence that made her speech

impressive, "will you come to me on a long visit? In this lonely

place I am greatly in want of a friend and companion of my own age

and position. I think you must be equally so."

Alice Goff was very young, and very determined to accept no credit

that she did not deserve. With the unconscious vanity and conscious

honesty of youth, she proceeded to set Miss Carew right as to her

social position, not considering that the lady of the castle

probably understood it better than she did herself, and indeed

thinking it quite natural that she should be mistaken.