put the key in my pocket, and went downstairs.
Madame Fosco was alone in the hall looking at the weather-glass.
“Still falling,” she said. “I am afraid we must expect more rain.”
Her face was composed again to its customary expression and its customary colour. But the hand with which she pointed to the dial of the weather-glass still trembled.
Could she have told her husband already that she had overheard Laura reviling him,
put the key in my pocket, and went downstairs.
Madame Fosco was alone in the hall looking at the weather-glass.
“Still falling,” she said. “I am afraid we must expect more rain.”
Her face was composed again to its customary expression and its customary colour. But the hand with which she pointed to the dial of the weather-glass still trembled.
Could she have told her husband already that she had overheard Laura reviling him,
