Not a bit, you wait and you'll see.—Ed.
Next morning, long before Leonora was awake, the young but intelligent Slavî (so the common people call housemaids) crept into my chamber with a death-white face.
'Ômum,' she said (it is a term of courtesy), 'wot a night we've been having?'
'Why, what is the matter, Jemimaran?' I asked, for that was her melodious native name.
'There's something in the spare room, mum, a-carrying on horful. The bell ringing all night, and the Thing screaming and walking up and down as restless! I'm a-going to give warning, mum,' she added confidentially.
'Why, you've given it,' I said, to reassure her. 'Forewarned is forearmed.'
'Four-legged It do run sometimes, like a beast, mum, wailing terrible. Up and down, up and down It goes, and always ringing the bell, and crying high for a brandy-and-soda, mum, like a creature tormented.'26
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Do take care. This is copyright! Don't you remember Mr. Hyde?—Publisher.
Neither Hyde nor Hidol, you're so nervous. Do wait till the end.—Ed.