"I told you what I was ordered to tell you."
"By whom?"
"My master."
"Who is your master? Old Satan?"
"I hope not, miss."
"Who, then? What is his name?"
"Excuse me. Miss Dane," said the girl, quietly. "I must answer no questions."
"You are a hard-hearted creature, and you ought to be ashamed of yourself!" exclaimed Mollie, indignantly. "Where is your master? Here?"
"Miss Dane, I repeat it—I can answer no questions, and I must go. Here is your breakfast. I hope you will enjoy it."
"Yes," said Mollie, scornfully, "it is very likely I enjoy eating and drinking in this place! Take it away. I don't want victuals—I mean to starve myself to death."