“I have attended to what you have already said, have I not? What else have I been doing all tonight.”
“Attend, I tell you,” (in a raised voice) “to what I am going to say. Keep close to that idiot girl. Keep her under your thumb. You have her fast, and you are not to let her go. Do you hear?”
“I hear you.”
“I foresee there is money to be made out of this, besides taking that fellow down a peg. We owe each other money, you know.”
Mrs. Lammle winced a little at the reminder, but only enough to shake her scents and essences anew into the atmosphere of the little carriage, as she settled herself afresh in her own dark corner.