Pegler may come down any moment—she's such a good sort, under that stiff, cross manner.
Mrs. Pegler was by no means deaf, for she caught a word as it was uttered.
Pegler did not often drop an aitch, but when she did so forget herself, she did it thoroughly.
So it was that, reluctantly, Pegler made up her mind to speak.
And then, to the speaker's extreme surprise, there came a sudden change over Pegler's face.
"I don't like to see you standing, ma'am," said Pegler inconsequently.
But that fact, Pegler being the manner of woman she was, did not detract from the affection and esteem in which she held her lady.
And you say—you admit, Pegler—that nothing did happen the night before last?
I always thought that you, Pegler, were such a very sensible woman.
"It was when Mr. Varick was making that speech of his," said Pegler slowly.