"Policemen!"
"Policemen?"
"A-watching of you and me—detectives! Give over now; here's one a-comin'."
At this moment, indeed, a detective handed her Grace ice-pudding. She took it as if it was handcuffs, and trembled.
"But who put them to watch us?" she whispered in a hoarse voice.
"It's his doin'," rejoined the paragon, shovelling his head at the Duke.
"The Duke!"
Mr. Bush leant right over her as he uttered the fearful answer:
"He thinks you and me is a-goin' on together."
At this point the Duchess uttered a note such as proceeds from a thirty-foot organ-pipe, and burst into a heavy swoon.