'
Madame followed him out upon the lobby, and added, holding him by the
collar, and whispering earnestly in his ear--
'Bring hair ladysheep up by the backstairs--mind, the _back_stairs.'
And the next moment Madame entered my room, with long tiptoe steps, and
looking, Mary Quince said, as if she were going to be hanged.
On entering she looked sharply round, and being satisfied of Mary Quince's
presence, she turned the key in the door, and made some affectionate
enquiries about me in a whisper; and then she stole to the window and
peeped out, standing back some way; after which she came to my bedside,
murmured some tender sentences, drew the curtain a little, and making some
little fidgety adjustments about the room; among the rest she took the key
from the lock, quietly, and put it into her pocket.
This was so odd a procedure that honest Mary Quince rose stoutly from her
chair, pointing to the lock, with her frank little blue eyes fixed on
Madame, and she whispered--'Won't you put the key in the lock, please?'
'Oh, certainly, Mary Queence; but it is better it shall be locked, for I
think her uncle he is coming to see her, and I am sure she would be very
much frightened, for he is very much displease, don't you see? and we can
tell him she is not well enough, or asleep, and so he weel go away again,
without any trouble.
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