I wonder who you are?
You mentioned the name of a courier who left us very strangely.

Was he married by any chance?
Are you his wife?
And do you know where he is ?' Mrs.Ferrari's indignation burst its way through all restraints.

She advanced to the sofa; she feared nothing, in the fervour and rage of her reply.
'I am his widow--and you know it, you wicked woman! Ah! it was an evil hour when Miss Lockwood recommended my husband to be his lordship's courier--!' Before she could add another word, Lady Montbarry sprang from the sofa with the stealthy suddenness of a cat--seized her by both shoulders--and shook her with the strength and frenzy of a madwoman.
'You lie! you lie! you lie!' She dropped her hold at the third repetition of the accusation, and threw up her hands wildly with a gesture of despair.

'Oh, Jesu Maria! is it possible ?' she cried.

'Can the courier have come to me through that woman ?' She turned like lightning on Mrs.Ferrari, and stopped her as she was escaping from the room.