“There’s not much difficulty in the matter. I will do as you desire.”
The girl flitted past her questioner, hurried along the passage, and entered the front room.
When she had reached this Rawton heard a faint scream, and in a few moments after this the maid servant, pale and flurried, returned to the gipsy.
“Well!” exclaimed the latter.
“Well—it’s not well. When I mentioned the name of Rawton, my poor mistress was ready to faint; and when I left she had not recovered.”
“Ah!” said Bandy-legged Bill, “I am not surprised. I am almost inclined to do a faint on my own account; but did she make any inquiries—did she say anything else?”
“Yes; she told me to ask who and what you were, and wished to know if you wanted to see her.”
“I do want to see her,” returned Bill, “if only for a few minutes. I should like to see her. Tell her so. I don’t know your name.”
“My name is Amy.”
“Well, then, Amy, say I want to see her, if you please.”