"Do you know about—about the check?" she asked Effie in a whisper.
"Oh, yes; don't make a fuss over it—it will be all right."
"Mrs. Robinson says she must be paid—she is owed four weeks' rent, and she won't let it go on any longer."
"I'll see her when I come back," said Effie. "Now, do take care of mother. I won't be away a minute longer than I can help."
"Won't you have a cup of tea first, Effie?"
"No, no; I've no time."
Effie ran downstairs, and went out into the street. She felt nerved and braced now. The moment of indecision was past—the moment for definite action had arrived. There was no question with regard to her duty. It lay plain and straight before her.
She happened to know that the Harveys were in town. They were staying in Eaton Place. She took an omnibus, which presently brought her into the neighborhood of Victoria; a few minutes afterward she rang the bell at their hall door.
A man-servant, whom she did not know, opened it.
"Is Mrs. Harvey at home?" asked Effie.