"Did she strike you as being a lady? You know what I mean."
"Yes, sir, I do. Well, sir, I daresay--I should say, sir, she was quite a lady; most certainly a lady; though plainly dressed; in fact, for a lady, almost shabby."
"Did she and Mr Emmett appear to be upon good terms?"
"Well, sir, I couldn't exactly say that they did."
"What do you mean by that? On what sort of terms were they? Explain yourself, man."
"Well, sir--for one thing she never uttered so much as a single word while I was in the room, neither to me nor to Mr Emmett; not even so much as yes or no when I handed her a dish. And she scarcely ate anything; and she never drank anything neither. Mr Emmett told me to fill her glass with champagne; but I don't believe she ever so much as put her lips to it--in fact, when I came in and found him there was her glass just as it was when I filled it. Mr Emmett, he did all the talking. From the way in which she sat right back in her chair--that's the chair in which she sat, sir--and never spoke or moved, it seemed as if she were frightened half out of her life of him."
"Why should she be frightened? Did you hear him say anything to frighten her?"
"No, sir, nothing I could swear to; but he kept speaking to her in a chaffing sort of way, which I could see she didn't like."
"Did she seem to be angry?--in a bad temper?"
"No, sir, not so much that as afraid of him."