"Take care, woman!" said he. "Remember you are in my power."
The little dark figure trembled and was silent.
"I wonder she would receive you again into her service," remarked the man at length in an absorbed tone.
"Fear is a strong motive. I threatened to reveal her deception to the public."
"Ay, you have some skill and tact, I find!" said he, rising. "Now remember, when I wish to see your mistress, you are to gain me an entrance to her."
"What do you want to see her for?" asked the woman. "I believe a sight of you would throw her into fits."
"It is none of your business why I wish to see her," said he. "But mind, you do not look on your boy unless you implicitly obey all my commands." Here he stooped and whispered again in her ear.
"I hate the girl!" she said, after he had ceased speaking and stood gazing down on her, twirling his velvet cap carelessly in his hand.
"But you would like to see your boy so well married," remarked he.
"'Twould be a sweet revenge," she said in a chuckling tone. He turned to depart.