They reminded Godfrey of those of a stalking cat in a dark room.

Indeed, from the moment that he caught sight of them he felt like the mouse cowering in a corner, or like a bird in a tree fascinated by the snake that writhes towards it along the bough.
"Ah, _mon petit_," said Madame, in her thick, creamy voice, that seemed to emerge from her lower regions, "so I have found you.

I was walking through the town and a notion came to me that you were here, a--what you call it ?--instinct like that which make the dog find its master.
Only I master and you dog, eh ?" Godfrey tried to pull himself together, feeling that it would not be wise to show fear of this woman, and greeted her as politely as he could, taking off his hat with a flourish in the foreign fashion.
"Put that hat back on your head, _mon petit_, or you will catch cold and be ill, you who are much too precious to be ill.

Listen, now: I have something to say to you.

You have great luck, have you not?
Ah! sweet Sister Helen, she go to join the spirits, quite quick, as I tell her a little while ago she will do, and she leaves you much money, though to me, her old friend, her sister in the speerit, she give not one sou, although she know I want it.