“Biddy,” I exclaimed, impatiently, “I am not at all happy as I am.

I am disgusted with my calling and with my life. I have never taken to either, since I was bound. Don't be absurd.”

“Was I absurd?” said Biddy, quietly raising her eyebrows; “I am sorry for that; I didn't mean to be. I only want you to do well, and to be comfortable.”

“Well, then, understand once for all that I never shall or can be comfortable — or anything but miserable — there, Biddy! — unless I can lead a very different sort of life from the life I lead now.”

“That's a pity!” said Biddy, shaking her head with a sorrowful air.