Lucy went on with a quicker step, and did not again stop till she reached the well-known door, and then she hastily rang.
The old butler made his appearance as usual, but looked vexed to see her.
"Is your mistress at home? and can I see her?" said Lucy.
"She is at home, ma'am; but she has been very ill, and I do not think she will be able to see you."
"She will not see me, you mean; but I must go to her. Good Geoffry, tell me where she is," she said, passing him quickly.
"Not with bad news, as you came before," said the old man.
"No, no, no—only let me go to her," she cried, with the impetuosity of a spoilt child.
"You will find her in her own room, ma'am; be careful, whatever you do, for she is very poorly."
"Where is your master then?"