Mrs.Miller, anxious for her pet, hastened to seek it elsewhere.
In the hall she met one of the housemaids.
"Susan," she said, "have you seen Gracchus ?" "He's asleep on the hearthrug in your room, ma'am.

But I heard him crying down here a moment ago.

I feel sure that another cat has got in, and that they are fighting." Susan smiled compassionately.

"Lor' bless you, ma'am," she said, "that was Miss Wylie.

It's a sort of play-acting that she goes through.