In the meantime, as I lay in my bed, Madame, gliding hither and thither, whispering sometimes, listening at others, I suddenly startled them both by saying—
'Whose carriage?'
'What carriage, dear?' inquired Quince, whose ears were not so sharp as mine.
Madame peeped from the window.
''Tis the physician, Doctor Jolks. He is come to see your uncle, my dear,' said Madame.
'But I hear a female voice,' I said, sitting up.
'No, my dear; there is only the doctor,' said Madame. 'He is come to your uncle. I tell you he is getting out of his carriage,' and she affected to watch the doctor's descent.
'The carriage is driving away!' I cried.
'Yes, it is draiving away,' she echoed.
But I had sprung from my bed, and was looking over her shoulder, before she perceived me.