She seemed a good-tempered, ignorant sort of girl, but nothing more. At that moment someone called to her from an inner room, and she turned away.
"Are there not any upper servants in the house, do you know?" inquired the lady of the boy.
"I doesn't think so. There's the missis."
A tinge came over the lady's face. "The mistress! Who is she?"
"She's Mrs. Ed'ards. An old lady, what comes to church with buckles in her shoes. And there's Mr.——"
"What is it that you want here?" interrupted the servant girl, advancing again, and addressing the visitor in a not very conciliatory tone.
"I am Lady Level," was the reply, in a ringing, imperious voice. "Call someone to receive me."
It found its way to the girl's alarm. She looked scared, doubting, and finally turned and flew off down a long, dark passage. The boy heard the announcement without its ruffling his equanimity in the least degree.
"That's all, ain't it?" asked he, giving the bag a condescending touch with his foot.
"How much am I to pay you?" inquired Lady Level.