"Did you ever see that little girl, Cynthia ?" said she.
"Yes," replied Cynthia, in a voice so strange that the other woman stared wonderingly at her.
"Ain't you feeling well, Cynthia ?" she asked.
"Very well, thank you," said Cynthia.
"When did you see her ?" asked Mrs.Lloyd.Cynthia opened her mouth as if to speak, then she glanced at Risley, whose eyes held her, and laughed instead--a strange, nervous laugh.

Happily, Mrs.Lloyd did not wait for her answer.

She had her own important information to impart.

She had in reality stopped for that purpose.

"Well, I have seen her," she said.