Lusignan sighed. “What does it all come to? We are pulling the trigger gently, that is all.”
“No, no; that is not it. Don't let us confound the matter with similes, please. Keep them for children.”
Mrs. Staines left her bed; and would have left her room, but Dr. Philip forbade it strictly.
One day, seated in her arm-chair, she said to the nurse, before Dr. Philip, “Nurse, why do the servants look so curiously at me?”
Mrs. Briscoe cast a hasty glance at Dr. Philip, and then said, “I don't know, madam. I never noticed that.”
“Uncle, why did nurse look at you before she answered such a simple question?”
“I don't know. What question?”
“About the servants.”
“Oh, about the servants!” said he contemptuously.
“You should not turn up your nose at them, for they are all most kind and attentive. Only, I catch them looking at me so strangely; really—as if they—”