She looked at Newman a moment, both intently and timidly, and then she dropped a short, straight English curtsey.
"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.