A second or two passed. Trix stared hard at the brass knocker on the door, trying to still the nervousness which possessed her. There came a sound of steps in the hall, and the door was opened.
“Can I see Mr. Danver?” asked Trix.
Jessop stared, visibly startled.
“It is all right,” said Trix quickly. “Don’t you remember I had tea here last August?”
Jessop’s face relaxed, but he looked a trifle dubious.
“I don’t think—” he began.
Trix raised her chin.
“Go and ask him,” she said with slight authority. “I will wait in the hall.”
Jessop departed, to return after a minute.
“Will you come this way, please, Madam.”