The strange creature, so full of contraries—so sensitive at one time, so impenetrable at another—pointed again to the address.
"When the master writes to that man," she went on—"a long letter (if you will notice), and a sealed letter—your ladyship ought to see what is inside it. I haven't a doubt myself that there's writing under this seal which bodes trouble to you. The spare bedroom is empty. Do you want to have the doctor for your visitor again? Don't tell me to post the letter, till I've opened it first."
"I do tell you to post the letter."
Fanny submitted, so far. But she had a new form of persuasion to try, before her reserves of resistance were exhausted. "If the doctor comes back," she continued, "will your ladyship give me leave to go out, whenever I ask for it?"
This was surely presuming on my indulgence. "Are you not expecting a little too much?" I suggested—not unkindly.
"If you say that, my lady," she answered, "I shall be obliged to ask you to suit yourself with another maid."
There was a tone of dictation in this, which I found beyond endurance. In my anger, I said: "Leave me whenever you like."
"I shall leave you when I'm dead—not before," was the reply that I received. "But if you won't let me have my liberty without going away from you, for a time, I must go—for your sake."
(For my sake! Pray observe that.)
She went on: