'Hish! be quiate, cheaile, weel you, and I weel tale you everything
presently.'
She paused, with her ear laid to the door.
'Now I can speak, ma chere; I weel tale a you there is bailiff in the
house, two, three, four soche impertinent fallows! They have another as bad
as themselve to make a leest of the furniture: we most keep them out of
these rooms, dear Maud.'
'You left the key in the door on the outside,' I retorted; 'that was not to
keep them out, but me in, Madame.'
'_Deed_ I leave the key in the door?' ejaculated Madame, with both hands
raised, and such a genuine look of consternation as for a moment shook me.
It was the nature of this woman's deceptions that they often puzzled though
they seldom convinced me.
'I re-ally think, Maud, all those so frequent changes and excite-ments they
weel overturn my poor head.'
'And the windows are secured with iron bars--what are they for?' I
whispered sternly, pointing with my finger at these grim securities.
'That is for more a than forty years, when Sir Phileep Aylmer was to reside
here, and had this room for his children's nursery, and was afraid they
should fall out.
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