The girl burst into tears. Wilhelmina watched her with cold patience.
“I presume,” she said, “that it was Mr. Macheson. You do not need to mention his name. You need only say ‘Yes!’”
The girl said nothing.
“Mr. Macheson lodged with your mother, I believe?” Wilhelmina continued.
“Yes!” the girl whispered.
“And you waited upon him?”
“Yes!”
The girl lifted her head.
“Mr. Macheson always behaved like a gentleman to me,” she said.