"Yus"—sulkily.
"And I suppose you are paid to keep this room in order. Where's your mistress?"
"She's in Margate," cut in Leavesley.
"Stop twiddling that door handle," said Miss Hancock, entirely ignoring Leavesley, "and attend to what I'm saying. If you are paid to keep this room in order you are defrauding your mistress, and girls who defraud their mistresses end in something worse. Go, get a duster."
The feelings of Cruiser, when he first came under the hands of Mr Rarey, may have been comparable to the feelings of Belinda before this servant-tamer.
She recognised a mistress, but she did not give in at once. She stood looking sulkily from Leavesley to his aunt, and from his aunt to Leavesley.
Miss Hancock had no legal power over her, it was all moral.
"Go, get a duster and a broom," cried Miss Hancock, stamping her foot.
One second more the animal stood in mute rebellion, then it went off and got the duster and the broom.