"No, I believe I am a Blake."
"A Blake," repeated Mrs. Jenkins, "I never heard of the people," and she knitted her light eyebrows as she reflected that possibly "Blake" had been the maiden name of the adventuress? "I daresay you would like to take your things off?"
"Yes, if you please, I should."
"Then will you ring the bell? It is close to the chimney-piece—on the far side."
When Galpin awaited orders in the doorway, Mrs. Jenkins said:
"Tell Baker to come and show Miss Travers to her room."
Baker promptly appeared, took the new arrival, so to speak, in tow, convoyed her to the fifth floor, and into a somewhat shabby apartment, next to her own bower.
As soon as Nancy had left the drawing-room, the three ladies closed in together comfortably, in order to discuss the new arrival with unreserved enjoyment. The ultimate finding of the conference proved unfavourable.
"The girl was not a Travers; her manners were awkward, and she was quite hopelessly plain!"