“Yes'm.”
“Will you sit down?”
Tillie sat. She was not daunted now. While she worked at the fingers of her silk gloves, what Harriet took for nervousness was pure abstraction.
“It's very nice of you to come to see me. Do you like my rooms?”
Tillie surveyed the rooms, and Harriet caught her first full view of her face.
“Is there anything wrong? Have you left Mrs. McKee?”
“I think so. I came to talk to you about it.”
It was Harriet's turn to be overwhelmed.
“She's very fond of you. If you have had any words—”
“It's not that. I'm just leaving. I'd like to talk to you, if you don't mind.”