If she had been crippled in both legs her curiosity would have helped her to get up the stairs on her hands.

"There!" she said, opening the door of the upper room, and placing herself exactly in the middle of it, so that she could see all round her: "Will that do for you ?" Mr.Sarrazin went to the window; hid himself behind the curtain; and cautiously peeped out.

In half a minute he turned his back on the misty view of the road, and said to himself: "Just what I expected." Other women might have asked what this mysterious proceeding meant.
Mrs.Presty's sense of her own dignity adopted a system of independent discovery.

To Mr.Sarrazin's amusement, she imitated him to his face.
Advancing to the window, she, too, hid herself behind the curtain, and she, too, peeped out.

Still following her model, she next turned her back on the view--and then she became herself again.