She was the statue of meekness.
"Hope has been cruel to me," replied M. Grandissime, "not you; that I cannot say. Adieu."
He was turning.
"'Sieur Grandissime--"
She seemed to tremble.
He stood still.
"'Sieur Grandissime,"--her voice was very tender,--"wad you' horry?"
There was a great silence.
"'Sieur Grandissime, you know--teg a chair."
He hesitated a moment and then both sat down. The servant repassed the door; yet when Aurora broke the silence, she spoke in English--having such hazardous things to say. It would conceal possible stammerings.