“They are relics.”
“But where do they come from, Miss Grogram?”
“Why, from the castle, to be sure;—from General Chassé’s own rooms.”
“Did anybody sell them to you?”
“No.”
“Or give them to you?”
“Why, no;—at least not exactly give.”
“There they were, and she took ’em,” said the broad-back. Oh, what a look Miss Grogram gave her! “Took them! of course I took them. That is, you took them as much as I did. They were things that we found lying about.”
“What things?” asked Miss Macmanus, in a peculiarly strong-minded tone.
Miss Grogram seemed to be for a moment silenced. I had been ignored, as I have said, and my existence forgotten; but now I observed that the eyes of the culprits were turned towards me,—the eyes, that is, of four of them. Mrs. Jones looked at me from beneath her fan; the two girls glanced at me furtively, and then their eyes fell to the lowest flounces of their frocks.