"Poisoned. But I waste the kalo jib on you, my Gorgious. God bless you for a sick one, say I, and that's a bad dukkerin, the which in gentle Romany means fortune, my Gentile swell."
"Drop talking such nonsense," said Lambert sharply, and annoyed to see how the girl ignored the presence of Lady Agnes. "I have a few questions to ask you about a certain letter."
"Kushto bak to the rye, who showed it to the lady," said Chaldea, tossing her head so that the golden coins jingled.
"He did not show it to me, girl," remarked Lady Agnes coldly.
"Hai! It seems that the rumy of Hearne can lie."
"I shall put you out of the house if you speak in that way," said Lambert sternly. "Silver went to Lady Agnes and tried to blackmail her."
"He's a boro pappin, and that's Romany for a large goose, my Gorgious rye, for I asked no gold."
"You told him to ask five thousand pounds."
"May I die in a ditch if I did!" cried Chaldea vehemently. "Touch the gold of the raclan I would not, though I wanted bread. The tiny rye took the letter to give to the prastramengro, and that's a policeman, my gentleman, so that there might be trouble. But I wished no gold from her. Romany speaking, I should like to poison her. I love you, and—"
"Have done with this nonsense, Chaldea. Talk like that and out you go. I can see from what you admit, that you have been making mischief."