“So, my honey, ye seen the doctor, didn’t ye? And great good it done you, eh, honey?”
Violet shrunk away from the coarse old creature, sick with horror at being forced to endure her presence; and even Violet’s inexperienced eyes could see that the old woman was half intoxicated. And she was in the power of a creature like this!
“I saw Doctor Langley—yes,” returned Violet, quietly. “And what do you want here?” she added, abruptly.
Mrs. Carter laughed.
“Oh, I thought I’d just ask if you ain’t ready for your breakfast!” she responded. “Anything you want, jest you order it, and then sit down and wait until it comes.”
It occurred to Violet then that she had better eat something and try to keep up her strength; for that Dunbar would find some way to help her before night, she was almost certain.
“I will take a cup of coffee and some toast,” she said.
The old woman nodded her head like an automatic figure.
“Oh! ye will, eh? Very well; you shall have it,” she said.
She was leering at Violet out of the depths of her crafty eyes, with an expression which made the girl’s blood run cold.