"Madame de Cintre begs you will kindly wait," she said. "She has just come in; she will soon have finished dressing."
"Oh, I will wait as long as she wants," said Newman. "Pray tell her not to hurry."
"Thank you, sir," said the woman, softly; and then, instead of retiring with her message, she advanced into the room. She looked about her for a moment, and presently went to a table and began to arrange certain books and knick-knacks. Newman was struck with the high respectability of her appearance; he was afraid to address her as a servant. She busied herself for some moments with putting the table in order and pulling the curtains straight, while Newman walked slowly to and fro. He perceived at last from her reflection in the mirror, as he was passing that her hands were idle and that sh
