“If you please, sir, I’m Aunt Lloyd’s niece,” said the girl.
“And are you anything here—housemaid, or—?”
“Oh no, sir, if you please. I am here on a long visit to my aunt; and she said I was to help her.”
“Well,” said Trevor, setting down the flagon, “tell her the milk was excellent; but she is not to send anything in again without I ring for it. Well, what’s the matter?”
The girl was looking in a pitiful way at him, and she remained silent for a few moments, when he spoke again.
“Is anything the matter?”
“Must—must I tell her that, sir?”
“Yes. Why not?” said Trevor.
“Because—because, if you please, sir, I...”
The girl did not finish, but uttered a sob, and ran out of the room.