A middle-aged woman very plainly dressed was in the doorway.
"Miss Genevieve—"
"Nannie!"
"Miss Genevieve. I wouldn't have come; only I've got to tell you."
"What, Nannie? Come and sit down, Nannie."
The woman came into the room. For a second she paused, and then hurriedly she closed the door behind her.
"No, Miss Genevieve. I'll not sit down. Thank you. I can't be staying long. He might want me. I wouldn't like him to know I was here."
The muscles on either side of Genevieve Evans' mouth pulled and twitched.
"So? You're frightened too, Nannie!"
She said the words to herself.