Here it is a voman asking you to see, and ven I say you are not zu Haus, she schimpf and cry, and vill not go avay."
Prudence's heart stopped beating, and she caught the door-post to save herself from falling.
"Where is she, Müller?" she gasped faintly.
"I did show her into the morning room," said Müller, "ven she say that avay she vill not go; but therein she vill not remain, but valk into the hall and calls for you."
Before he could say any more, there appeared before the shocked eyes of Prudence a vision of good Mrs. Brown, flushed, dishevelled, her bonnet to one side. With unsteady gait, she lurched down the hall, and confronted the trembling lady.
"So you've come at larst," she said; "nice way to keep a 'spectable woman awytin for you. S'pose I've nothin' better to do than sitting 'ere?"
"What do you want with me, Mrs. Brown?" asked Prudence, in an agitated voice.
"Wot d' I want with you? Well, I likes that. Wot do I want, she sez! I want to know wot d' you mean by sending a
