I had not forgotten my promise to dear papa about the key, concerning which
he had evinced so great an anxiety. It was found in the pocket where he had
desired me to remember he always kept it, except when it was placed, while
he slept, under his pillow.
'And so, my dear, that wicked woman was actually found picking the lock of
your poor papa's desk. I _wonder_ he did not punish her--you know that is
_burglary_.'
'Well, Lady Knollys, you know she is gone, and so I care no more about
her--that is, I mean, I need not fear her.'
'No, my dear, but you must call me Monica--do you mind--I'm your cousin,
and you call me Monica, unless you wish to vex me. No, of course, you need
not be afraid of her. And she's gone. But I'm an old thing, you know, and
not so tender-hearted as you; and I confess I should have been very glad to
hear that the wicked old witch had been sent to prison and hard labour--I
should. And what do you suppose she was looking for--what did she want to
steal? I think I can guess--what do _you_ think?'
'To read the papers; maybe to take bank-notes--I'm not sure,' I answered.
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