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Come in.

[The ''comes softly and noiselessly in by the door on the right. She is a thin little shrunken figure, old and grey-haired, with keen, piercing eyes, dressed in an old-fashioned flowered gown, with a black hood and cloak. She has in her hand a large red umbrella, and carries a black bag by a loop over her arm.''

[Softly, taking hold of dress.] Auntie! That must surely be her!

[Curtseying at the door.] I humbly beg pardon—but are your worships troubled with any gnawing things in the house?

Here? No, I don't think so.

For it would be such a pleasure to me to rid your worships' house of them.

Yes, yes; we understand. But we have nothing of the sort here.