Mrs。Tusher，theparson\'swife，waswithmylady。Shehadbeenwaiting—womantoherladyshipinthelatelord\'stime，and，havinghersoulinthatbusiness，tooknaturallytoitwhentheViscountessofCastlewoodreturnedtoinhabitherfather\'shouse。
\"Ipresenttoyourladyshipyourkinsmanandlittlepageofhonor，MasterHenryEsmond，\"Mr。Holtsaid，bowinglowly，withasortofcomicalhumility。\"Makeaprettybowtomylady，Monsieur;andthenanotherlittlebow，notsolow，toMadameTusher——thefairpriestessofCastlewood。\"
\"WhereIhavelivedandhopetodie，sir，\"saysMadameTusher，givingahardglanceatthebrat，andthenatmylady。
Uponhertheboy\'swholeattentionwasforatimedirected。Hecouldnotkeephisgreateyesofffromher。SincetheEmpressofEaling，hehadseennothingsoawful。
\"Doesmyappearancepleaseyou，littlepage？\"askedthelady。