"I heered the tall Don say at breakfiss-time dat she was gone for mad."
After a pause I said, "When did you hear him say this?"
"Yesterday morning, sah."
"To whom did he say it?"
"To Mariana, massa. T'odder gentleman was sleeping."
I recollected that I had watched Don Lazarillo awaken from his sleep on the previous morning, and that I had observed the expression of terror his face had taken when, as I might now know, he learned for the first time, by hearing madame singing, that she had lost her mind.
"Why did you not, before this evening, tell me that the lady was gone for mad, as you call it?"
"Massa nebber asked dah question."
"Have you seen her?"