“The decision,” I reminded her, “doesn’t depend on me.”
“Then who does it depend on?”
The Minister had undoubtedly acquired the sole right of deciding. It was for him to say whether this woman should, or should not, remain in attendance on the child whom he had adopted. In the meanwhile, the feeling of distrust which was gaining on my mind warned me to remember the value of reserve in holding intercourse with a stranger.
She seemed to be irritated by my silence. “If the decision doesn’t rest with you,” she asked, “why did you tell me to stay in the waiting-room?”
“You brought the little girl into the prison,” I said; “was it not natural to suppose that your mistress might want you—”
“Stop, sir!”
I had evidently given offense; I stopped directly.
“No person on the face of the earth,” she declared, loftily, “has ever had the right to call herself my mistress. Of my own free will, sir, I took charge of the child.”
“Because you are fond of her?” I suggested.
“I hate her.”