"But I do!" She was sure now. "Essenden, you'll come down to that cellar — with me!"
A muscle twitched in the shadow of Essenden's drooping moustache; and again the girl spoke.
"You don't want to go down there. Exactly. There's " something down there which might be dangerous… Oh, yes, I saw it in your face! And that's why we're going."
She opened the door.
"March!"
"I don't—"
Jill Trelawney's eyebrows lowered over her frosty stare.
"I said — March!"
Essenden opened his mouth, and closed it again. He went to the door.
"Get a move on."