She lay trying to believe that no crime had been committed, that that lifeless body did not lie against the wall.
And then she heard in the room above a bed wheeled roughly from its place.
The two women heard it too, and looked at one another.
"He should look in the safe," said Vauquier.

"Go and see what he is doing." And Adele Rossignol ran from the room.
As soon as she was gone Vauquier followed to the door, listened, closed it gently, and came back.

She stooped down.
"Mlle.

Celie," she said, in a smooth, silky voice, which terrified the girl more than her harsh tones, "there is just one little thing wrong in your appearance, one tiny little piece of bad taste, if mademoiselle will pardon a poor servant the expression.

I did not mention it before Adele Rossignol; she is so severe in her criticism, is she not?
But since we are alone, I will presume to point out to mademoiselle that those diamond eardrops which I see peeping out under the scarf are a little ostentatious in her present predicament.