Then later—"Jeannette, lower the blinds. Make no noise."
"Thank you," said the man.
"Do not speak!"—frowning.
He smiled a little.
"Mamzelle, suppose he dies?"
"Jeannette, how dare you?"
"But his face is white; and"—her suspicions bursting out—"how came he to fall into mamzelle's garden?"
"Jeannette, leave the room!"
"That I will not! No, I will not! Jeannette knows what is owing to her mistress, and to leave——"
"Well, well"—quickly—"but do not dare to utter another word."