or—Dr Graves—took out a pencil and a book. t one  on:

    Your mistress. And you are—?

    her maid, sir.

    Of course. And w is your name?

    Dr Graves o e. Gentleman caugh, sir, I said.

    Dr Cie looked at me o ate,  is your name, you are quite sure?

    I should say I know my own name! I said.

    Of course.

    still beat . o grow kind. he said,

    ell, Miss Smitell us now, ress . . .?

    It ime, at Lant Street, leman and  me ter. I told t Lady Alice of Mayfair, and Gentlemans old nurse, and my dead mot Maud. I said so like Mr Rivers but noer , she was grown very sad and careless of herself, and made me afraid.

    Dr Graves e it all down. Dr Cie said,

    Afraid. Do you mean, for your own sake?

    I said, Not for mine, sir. For  harm herself, she is so miserable.

    I see, ress. You ell me t care do you tress ougo  er?

    I said, I think—

    Yes?

    I wish—

    he nodded. Go on.

    I wiscouc her—

    My  seemed all at once , and my voice ears. Gentleman still he

    doctor took my , close about t, in a familiar way.

    t not be so distressed. Your mistress so , as you!

    ted and smoot it go.  c Gentlemans eye, and nodded. Very good,  just show us—?

    Of course, said Gentleman quickly. Of course. turned to me and all moved off. I c, and  say if it ook a step and called out after them.

    S like eggs, sir! I called. Dr Cie urned. I ed my  it fall. S like eggs, I said more feebly, in