“What did she say?”
“Nothin’, sir.”
“Did you tell her that this lady and gentleman were here?”
“Oh no, sir. I never said nothin’ to her, sir.”
“But she said she would call again?”
“That she didn’t, sir. She couldn’t. She just comed and goed,” faltered the girl.
“But did she not hear our voices in the studio?”
“No, sir; she couldn’t. Why, she never come no further than the street-door mat, and you can’t hear no talking in here, even if you stand just outside.”
“Oh, you have tried?” said the Conte laughingly. “That I hain’t, sir, but I’ve seed missus more’n once.”
“That will do.”