Vous etes bien aimable d'avoir pense a moi.

Bah!' she cried, suddenly bursting through her irony.

'Wy could not Lady Knollys come herself and leesten to the keyhole to make her report?
Fi donc! wat is there to conceal?
Nothing.

Enter, if you please.

Every one they are welcome!' and she flung the door wide, turned her back upon me, and, with an ejaculation which I did not understand, strode into the room.
'I did not come with any intention, Madame, to pry or to intrude--you don't think so--you _can't_ think so--you can't possibly mean to insinuate anything so insulting!' I was very angry, and my tremors had all vanished now.
'No, not for _you_, dear cheaile; I was thinking to miladi Knollys, who, without cause, is my enemy.