“The bailiffs still here?”
“Yes.”
“But what are you going to do?”
“I’m expecting them to take the furniture away to-morrow, or Tuesday at the latest,” she replied.
“And then what?”
“I don’t know.”
“But haven’t you got any money?”
She took a purse from her pocket, and opened it with a show of impartial curiosity. “Two-and-seven,” she said.
“Any servant in the house?”
“What do you think?” she replied. “Didn’t you see me cleaning the door-plate last night? I do like that to look nice at any rate!”