He vanished.
“Hamlet,” repeated Jeremy thoughtfully. “I wonder whether he'll like that-”
His attention, however, was caught by the Jampot's sudden outburst.
“All of them,” she cried, “supporting you in your wickedness and disobedience. I won't 'ave it nor endure it not a minute longer. They can 'ave my notice this moment, and I won't take it back, not if they ask me on their bended knees—no, I won't—and that's straight.”
For an instant she frowned upon them all—then she was gone, the door banging after her.
They gazed at one another.
There was a dreadful silence. Once Mary whispered: “Suppose she really does.”
Hamlet only was unmoved.
Ten minutes later, Rose, the housemaid, entered with the tea-things. For a little she was silent. Then the three faces raised to hers compelled her confidence.
“Nurse has been and given notice,” she said, “and the Missis has taken it. She's going at the end of the month. She's crying now in the kitchen.”