"I perceive," said Miss Forster, "now, for the first time, what a dangerous woman you really are. Do you actually suppose me to be so simple as to be taken in by your acting?"
"Explain yourself, Miss Forster, as plainly as I've explained myself to you. If you'll excuse my saying so, I'm only a servant, but I've got my character to lose--there's something in your tone that I don't like."
"What was your last situation, Jane Simmons?"
"Never you mind what was my last situation, but I was in it for seven years, and a seven years' character is good enough for anyone."
"You expect me to believe that also?"
"I don't care what you believe. May I see what's in the bag that you put inside this chest?"
"Am I also expected to believe that you don't know from whom that bag came?"
"I know it was a man, but who he was I know no more than a babe unborn. Am I to see what's in it, or would you like me to ring the bell and let others have a look?"
"Can't you realise what a foolish game you're playing? You're seeming to suggest that I was associated with what I have no doubt was an act of wholesale robbery; I know that you were."
"You know that I was what?"