Do _you_ like it ?" "I don't know." Doctor Benjulia turned to Teresa.

His gloomy gray eyes rested on her, as they might have rested on any inanimate object near him--on the railing that imprisoned the birds, or on the pipes that kept the monkey-house warm.

"I have been playing the fool, ma'am, with this child," he said; "and I fear I have detained you.

I beg your pardon." He pulled off his episcopal hat, and walked grimly on, without taking any further notice of Zo.
Teresa made her best courtesy in return.

The magnificent civility of the ugly giant daunted, while it flattered her.