"Oh dear yes, sir, and at breakfast in her dressing-room."
He went up to it. How very lovely she looked, sitting there at her coffee, in her embroidered white dress and pink ribbons, and the delicate lace cap shading her sweet features. She had risen thus early to get money from him; he knew that, before she asked for it.
"You wished to see me, Lady Adela."
"I want some money," she said in a light, flippant kind of tone, as if it were the sole purpose of Mr. Grubb's existence to supply her demands.
"Impossible," he rejoined. "You had two hundred pounds from me the day before yesterday."
"I must have two hundred more this morning. I want it."
"What is it that you are doing with all this money? It has much puzzled me."
"Oh—making a purse for myself," she answered saucily.
"You can trust to me to do that for you. I cannot continue to supply you, Adela."
"But I must have it," she retorted, raising her voice, and speaking as if he were the very dirt under her feet. "I will have it."