"Then I'll go up," said the old lady. "Constance, will you come too?..."
Very slowly, a little tired after the stairs, the old lady climbed up, with her hand on the baluster-rail. Constance followed her. On the top floor, there was a sudden draught; doors slammed.
"Baboe.... Is there a window open?"
The baboe ran about stupidly, unfamiliar as yet with Dutch doors and windows.
In a sitting-room, they found Frances, Otto's wife, with the two children.
"But, Frances, you've got a window open!"
"Oh, Grandmamma, I was suffocating!"
"Baboe, shut the window at once! Frances, how could you!"
"I can't, kandjeng!" sighed the baboe, pressing with the strength of a gnat on the bars of the solid Dutch window.
Constance helped her, pushed down the window.