‘You can shout if you wish to,’ she answered flippantly. ‘The servant is Out, and Mary is downstairs.’
Nancy did not seat herself, and offered no seat to the visitor.
‘Why have you made yourself a shop-girl?’
‘I didn’t know that I had.’
‘I am told you go daily to some shop or other.’
‘I am engaged at a place of business, but I don’t.—However, that doesn’t matter. What business is it of yours?’
‘Who is Mr. Luckworth Crewe?’
Nancy kept her eyes still more resolutely fronting his severe look.
‘A man I used to know.’
‘You don’t see him now-a-days?’