Her fingers twitched in his, then grasped them nervously.
"Yes, sir.

Good-night, Sir.

It's--it's like him comin' back, sir." Then she suddenly turned and hurried from the room, a blunt figure to whom emotion was not graceful.

"H'm!" said Gaston, as he shut the door.
"Parlourmaid then, eh?
History at every turn! 'Voici le sabre de mon pere!'".