The touch disturbed him; it was unpleasant to him and he turned impatiently to see from whom it came.
There in front of him, bundled up in a rusty black cloak of which the hood covered the head, was a short fat woman.

Her face was hidden, but from the cavernous recesses of the hood two piercing black eyes shone like to those of a tiger in its den.

After all those years Godfrey recognised them at once; indeed subconsciously he had known who had touched him even before he turned.

It was Madame Riennes.
"Ah!" she said, in her hateful, remembered voice, "so my little Godfrey who has grown such a big Godfrey now--yes, big in every way, had recognition of his dear Godmamma, did he?
Oh! do not deny it; I saw you jump with joy.

Well, I knew what was happening--never mind how I knew--and though I am so poor now, I travelled here to assist and give my felicitations.