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"It will do her no good to keep herself concealed from me at this

moment," said Madame Defarge. "Good patriots will know what that

means. Let me see her. Go tell her that I wish to see her. Do you

hear?"

"If those eyes of yours were bed-winches," returned Miss Pross,

"and I was an English four-poster, they shouldn't loose a

splinter of me. No, you wicked foreign woman; I am your match."

Madame Defarge was not likely to follow these idiomatic remarks

in detail; but, she so far understood them as to perceive that

she was set at naught.

"Woman imbecile and pig-like!" said Madame Defarge, frowning. "I

take no answer from you. I demand to see her. Either tell her

that I demand to see her, or stand out of the way of the door and

let me go to her!" This, with an angry explanatory wave of her

right arm.