Observing that she was about to leave the room, he put himself before the door.
"I want just a word, Jane-Ellen."
"No time now, sir. Perhaps to-morrow morning."
"To-morrow will be too late. You must know this evening. I don't want to say a word against Mr. Crane; young men who have always had everything they want are naturally thoughtless. But I can't bear to see you turned out at a moment's notice—"
"Turned out?"
"Yes, Mr. Crane is going either to-night or to-morrow morning. Didn't he tell you?"
He had her attention now. She looked at him intently.
"Mr. Crane going? I thought he had the house for six weeks."
"So he had, but he's bored with it. Miss Falkener has gone, and he sees no reason for staying on. He'll be off either at midnight or in the morning. You're about to lose your place, Jane-Ellen."
She stood staring before her so blankly that it grieved him to see her so deeply concerned about the loss of her position, and he pressed on.