"Why, what have you got here?" she asked.
"He belongs to those people," said Gwendolen, "with the harmonium."
"Oh, save me!" said the monkey. "Save me!"
"Look what they've done to him," said Gwendolen. She lifted the monkey's jacket. Gwendolen's aunt put on her spectacles.
"Dear me!" she said; "but the monkey talks!"
"Yes," said Gwendolen. "He's been learning for a long time."
The monkey clasped his hands and looked into Gwendolen's aunt's face. He saw deep down into her, where her good nature was.
"If you let me go back to them," he said, "they'll kill me. Oh, lady dear, please help me!"
Gwendolen's aunt was rather disturbed. Nothing like this had happened to her before. If she took the monkey away, people would call her a thief. But if she let him go back, perhaps he would be beaten to death.
"Where do you live?" she asked.