Tupping scowled. Things were not going at all the way he had expected.
"If we find your mother's handkerchief we will certainly send it in," said Lady Candling to Pip. "And do remember to bring in your little sister to see me, won't you? I am very fond of little girls."
"Tupping will turn us out if we come," said Pip.
"Indeed he won't!" said Lady Candling at once. "Tupping, the children are to come in when they wish to. Those are my orders."
Tupping's face went red, and he looked as if he was going to burst. But he did not dare to say anything to his mistress. He turned rudely, and went back to Mr. Goon and Luke, who were waiting some way off.
Pip shook hands with Lady Candling, thanked her, said good-bye, and went after Tupping.
"Luke!" he called. "Luke! Don't give up hope! All your friends will help you! We know you didn't do it!"
"You clear orf!" said Mr. Goon, now really angry. "None of your sauce! Always poking your nose in and interfering! Clear orf, I say!"
But Pip didn't clear off. Keeping just beyond Mr. Goon's reach he danced along behind the three, shouting encouraging messages to Luke, and annoying the policeman and the gardener beyond measure.
He heard Mr. Goon say to Mr. Tupping that he would return later in the evening to have a "good look round that cat-house."