“Well, sir, she’d been crying, and I never see her cry before.”
“What did Mrs. Atkins say to you?”
“She scolded us for being so late,” the girl answered shamefacedly.
“Was that all she said?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Where was your mistress when you saw her?”
“She was lying on the sofy in her bed-room, tired like.”
“What did Mrs. Atkins do yesterday?”
“She went out after breakfast and didn’t come back till nearly six.”
“How did she seem when she returned?”