Good morning." She left the room.

"Hateful woman!" she said in her own language, on the outer side of the door.
"Humbug!" said Mrs.Wagner in her language, on the inner side of the door.
If there had been more sympathy between the two ladies, or if Madame Fontaine had felt a little curiosity on the subject of crazy Jack's keys, she might have taken away with her some valuable materials for future consideration.

As it was, Mrs.Wagner had not troubled her with any detailed narrative of the manner in which she had contrived to fill Jack's leather bag.
In London, she had begun cautiously by only giving him some of the useless old keys which accumulate about a house in course of years.

When the novelty of merely keeping them had worn off, and when he wanted to see them put to some positive use, she had added one or two keys of her own, and had flattered his pride by asking him to open the box or the desk for her, as the case might be.

Proceeding on the same wisely gradual plan at Frankfort, she had asked Mr.Keller to help her, and had been taken by him (while Jack was out of the way) to a lumber-room in the basement of the house, on the floor of which several old keys were lying about.