“Suzanne!” Domini said.
“Yes, Mam’zelle!”
“How long have you been with me?”
“Three years, Mam’zelle.”
The maid shut the drawer and turned round, fixing her shallow, blue-grey eyes on her mistress, and standing as if she were ready to be photographed.
“Would you say that I am the same sort of person to-day as I was three years ago?”
Suzanne looked like a cat that has been startled by a sudden noise.
“The same, Mam’zelle?”
“Yes. Do you think I have altered in that time?”
Suzanne considered the question with her head slightly on one side.