“Have you not been to see how she is?”
“No, ma’am.”
“How was it you brought that message at breakfast, then?”
Jane looked confused, and did not reply.
“Jane!” said Mrs. Elton, in a tone of objurgation.
“Well, ma’am, she told me to say so,” answered Jane.
“How did she tell you?”
Jane paused again.
“Through the door, ma’am,” she answered at length; and then muttered, that they would make her tell lies by asking her questions she couldn’t answer; and she wished she was out of the house, that she did.
Mrs. Elton heard this, and, of course, felt considerably puzzled.