"Can I speak to you, sir?"
"Certainly. What is it?"
"Please give me your address."
"For your mistress?"
"Yes."
"Does she wish to write to me?"
"Yes."
Hugh gave the strange creature the address of his hotel in Paris. For a moment, her eyes rested on him with an expression of steady scrutiny. She opened the door to go out—-stopped—considered—came back again.
"I want to speak for myself," she said. "Do you care to hear what a servant has to say?"
Mountjoy replied that he was ready to hear what she had to say. She at once stepped up to him, and addressed him in these words: