“I suppose Peter Ivanovitch....”
Miss Haldin gave vent to her indignation. Peter Ivanovitch directly he
had got his answer from her had turned upon the _dame de compagnie_ in a
shameful manner.
“Turned upon her?” I wondered. “What about? For what reason?”
“It was unheard of; it was shameful,” Miss Haldin pursued, with angry
eyes. “_Il lui a fait une scene_--like this, before strangers. And for
what? You would never guess. For some eggs.... Oh!”