"Don't be miserable. I'll do anything—anything. I followed you here from Piccadilly. I heard her slapping you."
"Oh, I want to get away!" she whispered breathlessly. "Do you think I can?"
"You can if I help you," Henry answered. "How can I see you?"
"She keeps me here . . ."
Their whispers had been low, but the eager conversation at the other end of the table suddenly ceased.
"I'm afraid I must be going now," said Henry rising and facing Mrs. Tenssen. "It was very good of you to give me tea."
"Come again," said Mrs. Tenssen regarding him once more with that curiously fixed stare, a stare like a glass of water in which floated a wink, a threat, a cajoling, and an insult.
"We'll be glad to see you. Just take us as you find us. Come in the right way next time. There's a bell at the bottom of the stairs."