Well, what more did the little inquisitor want to know ?" "She asked me if I felt any of my old fear of you, and I said No, and then she clapped her hands with joy.

And she asked whether you looked at me as if you were begging me to say I still thought you a wonder, and I said I thought you did----" "Grizel!" "Oh, I told her ever so many dreadful things as soon as I found them out.

I told her the whole story of your ankle, sir, for instance." "On my word, Grizel, you seem to have omitted nothing!" "Ah, but I did," she cried.

"I never told her how much I wanted you to be admirable; I pretended that I despised you merely, and in reality I was wringing my hands with woe every time you did not behave like a god." "They will be worn away, Grizel, if you go on doing that." "I don't think so," she replied, "nor can she think so if she believes half of what I have told her about you since.

She knows how you saved the boy's life.