The String of Pearls (1850), p. 224

features that imparted much loveliness to her countenance. She had, too, about
her face all the charm of childish beauty, which bespoke her so young as to have
lost little of that springtide grace, which, alas! is so fleeting. Add to all this
a manner so timid, so gentle, and so retiring, that she seemed to be an inhabitant of some quieter world than this, and you have Minna Gray, who had crept into the boyish heart of poor Tobias, before your eyes.
"What a gentle quiet looking little creature," said the captain.
"She is indeed; and what a contrast!"
"Between her and Mrs. Ragg, you mean? It does indeed look like an
elephant escorting a fawn. But Mrs. Ragg has her good qualities."
"She has, and they are numerous. She is honest and candid as the day, and
almost the only fault that can be laid to her charge is her garrulity."
"How do you mean to proceed?"
"Why, Rathbone, I mean to condescend to do what, under any other circumstances, would be most unjustifiable—that is, listen to the conversation of Mrs. Ragg with Minna Gray; I do so with the concurrence of the old lady, who is to lead her to speak of Tobias, and it is solely for the purpose of judging if she really loves the boy, and making a proper report to the surgeon, that I do so."
"You are right enough, Jeffery ; the end in this case, at all events, sanctifies
the means, however defective such a system of philosophy may be as a general
thing. May I likewise be an auditor?"
"I was going to ask you to so far oblige me, for I shall then have the advantage of your opinion; so you will do me a favour."
There was a small pantry called a butler's pantry close to the kitchen, into
which Mrs. Ragg had taken Minna Gray. A door opened from this pantry into
the kitchen, and another on to the landing at the foot of the kitchen stairs.
Now Mrs. Ragg was to take care that the door opening to the kitchen should
be just ajar, and the colonel and his friend could get into the pantry by the other
mode of entrance. Colonel Jeffery was a gentleman in the fullest sense of the
term, and he kept no useless bloated menials about him, so the butler's pantry had no butler to interfere with him, the colonel, in his own house. In the course of a few minutes Jeffery and Rathbone were in the pantry, from
whence they could both see and hear what passed in the kitchen. To be sure
there was a certain air of restraint about Mrs. Ragg at the thought that her
master was listening to what passed, and that lady had a propensity to use
hard words, of the meaning of which she was in the most delightful state of
ignorance; but as it was to Minna Gray's conversation that the colonel wanted
to listen, these little peculiarities of Mrs. Ragg upon the occasion did not much
matter. Of course, Minna thought she had no other auditors than her old
friend. Mrs. Ragg was quite busy over the tea.
"Well, my dear," she said to Minna, "this is a world we live in."
Mrs. Ragg, no doubt, intended this as a discursive sort of remark that might
open any conversation very well, and lead to anything, and she was not disappointed, for it seemed to give to the young girl courage to utter that which was struggling to her lips.
"Mrs.—Mrs. Ragg," she began, hesitatingly,
"Yes. My dear, let me fill your cup.''
" Thank you; but I was going to say—"
"A little more sugar?"
"No, no. But I cannot place a morsel in my lips, Mrs. Ragg, or think or
speak to you of anything else, until you have told me if you have heard any news
of poor—poor—"
"Tobias?"
"Yes—yes—yes!"
Minna Gray placed her two little hands upon her face and burst into tears. Mrs. Ragg made a snuffling sort of noise that, no doubt, was highly sympathetic, and after a pause of a few moments' duration, Minna gathered courage to speak again.