“I’ll come in and wait, then,” she said, and she made a forward movement.
He quickly filled up the doorway.
“You can’t do that,” he said.
“Why, what are you afraid of, you and your master?” she demanded, scornfully, a spot of red burning on each cheek. “Do you think I want to steal something?”
“I don’t think and I don’t care,” he retorted, much less respectfully; “I know what my orders are, and I’m carrying them out. If you want to see my master leave your name, ma’am, and when he comes back I’ll tell him. You can’t come in, that’s certain.”
Her white, even teeth clicked viciously.
“Oh!” she said, with a sneer. “Perhaps you’ll tell me where he’s gone.”
“I don’t know,” said the man, phlegmatically, “and I shouldn’t tell you if I did.”
“You insolent——” she began, furiously; then she pulled up short, and, eying him closely, put her hand in her pocket and held something out to him.
The man shook his head.