This is very noticeable
to us foreigners among you people in the streets. Of course I can't
be insolent to you, in return. I hardly know what to say to you.
My maid was imprudent in admitting you so easily to my room.
I suppose your respectable appearance misled her. I wonder who you are?
You mentioned the name of a courier who left us very strangely.
Was he married by any chance? Are you his wife? And do you know where
he is?'
Mrs. Ferrari's indignation burst its way through all restraints.
She advanced to the sofa; she feared nothing, in the fervour and rage
of her reply.
'I am his widow--and you know it, you wicked woman!
Ah! it was an evil hour when Miss Lockwood recommended my husband
to be his lordship's courier--!'
Before she could add another word, Lady Montbarry sprang from the sofa
with the stealthy suddenness of a cat--seized her by both shoulders--
and shook her with the strength and frenzy of a madwoman. 'You lie!
you lie! you lie!' She dropped her hold at the third repetition of
the accusation, and threw up her hands wildly with a gesture of despair.
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