''Twas him, Miss, so sure as I sit here! Well, like that, they were as mute
as mice; three pairs of eyes were on me. I don't know what made me so study
like, but som'at told me I should not make as though I knew any but Madame;
and so I made a courtesy, as well as I could, and I said, "Might I speak a
word wi' ye, please, on the lobby?"
'Mr. Dudley was making belief be this time to look out at window, wi' his
back to me, and I kept looking straight on Madame, and she said, "They're
mendin' my broken glass, Mary," walking between them and me, and coming
close up to me very quick; and so she marched me backward out o' the door,
prating all the time.
'When we were on the lobby, she took my candle from my hand, shutting the
door behind her, and she held the light a bit behind her ear; so'twas full
on my face, as she looked sharp into it; and, after a bit, she said again,
in her queer lingo--there was two panes broke in her room, and men sent for
to mend it.
'I was awful frightened when I saw Mr. Dudley, for I could not believe any
such thing before, and I don't know how I could look her in the face as I
did and not show it.
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