“But—”
“What mouse?” said Mrs. Merillia, endeavouring to seem pleasantly at ease, though she, too, was beginning to feel a certain amount of alarm at these strange beings’ persistent discussion of the inhabitants of the wainscot. “Do you allude to any special mouse?”
“I do, ma’am. I allude to the Mouse that has helped to make Madame and self what we are.”
Sir Tiglath began to roll about in his chair preparatory to some deliverance, and Mrs. Merillia, casting a somewhat agitated glance at her grandson, answered,—
“Really. I did not know that anything so small could have so much influence.”
“It may be small, ma’am,” said Mr. Sagittarius. “But to a sensitive nature it often seems gigantic.”
“You mean at night, I suppose? Does it disturb you very much?”
“We hear it, ma’am, but it lulls us to rest.”
“Indeed. That is very fortunate. I fear it might keep me awake.”
“So we thought at first. But now we should miss it. Should we not, Sophronia?”