"Nine years old, sir, next All Saints."
"Is the madame your mother?"
"No, sir. I am a servant."
"What do they pay you?"
"They give me my soup and my bed under the stairs."
"How did you get that arrangement?" (pointing to the wooden leg).
"A horse kicked me when I was six years old."
"Are your parents living?"
The pale face reddened, and she murmured, hesitating as if ashamed to confess it:
"I am a foundling."