"There's a little cracked old woman," he began, "that--"
I put up my finger, for Miss Flite was close by me, having kept beside me all the time and having called the attention of several of her legal acquaintance to me (as I had overheard to my confusion) by whispering in their ears, "Hush! Fitz Jarndyce on my left!"
"Hem!" said Mr. George. "You remember, miss, that we passed some conversation on a certain man this morning? Gridley," in a low whisper behind his hand.
"Yes," said I.

There's a little cracked old woman, that-"
I put up my finger, for Miss Flite was close by.
"Hem!" said Mr. George. "You remember, miss, that we spoke of a certain man this morning? Gridley," in a low whisper behind his hand.
"Yes," said I.
