"Yes, my lady, the green chamber."
"Well, what about it—come, woman, did not you sleep for years in that room?"
"Ay, my lady, a good while."
"And what did you see there?"
"A deal."
"What, I say?"
"Well, supposin' I was to say devils," replied Donica.
Lady Alice sneered.
"What did poor Lady Marlowe see there?" demanded Donica, looking with her odd eyes askance at Lady Alice's carpet, and backing her question with a nod.
"Well, you know I never heard exactly; but my darling creature was, as you remember, dying of a consumption at the time, and miserably nervous, and fancied things, no doubt, as people do."