'Yes, 'm—shall, 'm.'
And with an air of authority approached the window.
I don't think that he was pleasantly impressed himself by the first sight of our visitor, for he stopped short some steps of the window, and demanded rather sternly—
'What ye doin' there, woman?'
To this summons, her answer, which occupied a little time, was inaudible to me. But Branston replied—
'I wasn't aware, ma'am; I heerd nothin'; if you'll go round that way, you'll see the hall-door steps, and I'll speak to the master, and do as he shall order.'
The figure said something and pointed.
'Yes, that's it, and ye can't miss the door.'
And Mr. Branston returned slowly down the long room, and halted with out-turned pumps and a grave inclination before me, and the faintest amount of interrogation in the announcement—
'Please, 'm, she says she's the governess.'