'I did not see him.' Alphonsine did not answer at once, and when she spoke her tone had changed.
'Yes, Madame.

Mr.Griggs was in the house.' Margaret wondered whether she had saved his life too, in his own estimation or in that of her maid, and while she pondered the question she buttered her nose industriously.
Alphonsine took a commercial view of the case.
'If Madame would appear three times more in New York, before sailing, the manager would give ten thousand francs a night,' she observed.
Margaret said nothing to this, but she thought it would be amusing to show herself to an admiring public in her present condition.
'Madame is now a heroine,' continued Alphonsine, behind her.

'Madame can ask anything she pleases.

Several milliardaires will now offer to marry Madame.' 'Alphonsine,' answered Margaret, 'you have no sense.' The maid smiled, knowing that her mistress could not see even the reflection of the smile in the glass; but she said nothing.
'No sense,' Margaret repeated, with conviction.

'None at all' The maid allowed a few seconds to pass before she spoke again.
'Or if Madame would accept to sing in one or two private houses in New York, we could ask a very great price, more than the manager would give.' 'I daresay.' 'It is certain,' said Alphonsine.