'Save a you, indeed! Save! What _niaiserie_!'
'Oh, Madame! Oh, _dear_ Madame! for God's sake, only get me away--get me
from this, and I'll do everything you ask me all my life--I will--_indeed_,
Madame, I will! Oh save me! save me! _save_ me!'
I was clinging to Madame as to my guardian angel in my agony.
'And who told you, cheaile, you are in any danger?' demanded Madame,
looking down on me with a black and witchlike stare.
'I am, Madame--I am--in great danger! Oh, Madame, think of me--take pity on
me! I have none to help me--there is no one but God and you!'
Madame all this time viewed me with the same dismal stare, like a sorceress
reading futurity in my face.
'Well, maybe you are--how can I tell? Maybe your uncle is mad--maybe you
are mad. You have been my enemy always--why should I care?'
Again I burst into wild entreaty, and, clasping her fast, poured forth my
supplications with the bitterness of death.
'I have no confidence in you, little Maud; you are little rogue--petite
traitresse! Reflect, if you can, how you 'av always treat Madame. You 'av
attempt to ruin me--you conspire with the bad domestics at Knowl to destroy
me--and you expect me here to take a your part! You would never listen to
me--you 'ad no mercy for me--you join to hunt me away from your house like
wolf.
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