"Just like 'em, Ma'am," replied Josephine.
"Yes. She ran to me, and put a nosegay in my hand. And in that nosegay, what, Josephine—(and I watched her narrowly as I further questioned)—what do you think there was?"
"Law! Who can answer for the gipsies," cried Josephine.
"Well, then, there was a letter—a love-letter; and that letter finding its way to your master's hand"—
"Oh, Ma'am! Do forgive me! Pray forgive me! I couldn't help it; but I see it all now. The gentleman would write—that letter was not for you!"—
"No? For whom then?"—
"If you please, Ma'am, and you'll not be angry, that letter"—said the bold creature—"that letter was for me!"—
"For you! And here has nearly been murder done—here has your master"—
But at the moment Fred ran into the room, and I was in his arms.