She closed the door, and, turning suddenly on the woman, who stood in the center of the room, she demanded angrily:
“How dare you come here?”
“I came to see your father,” responded Madam Zelya curtly, a trace of foreign accent in her speech, and more than a trace of stubborn anger in her manner.
“I told you, over the telephone, that I would call, or send a check, in a day or two.”
“I cannot wait a day or two! The bill is long past due. My landlord, he vill not vait a day or two. My girls they vill not vait a day or two for their wages. Ze money it must be paid to-night.”
“My dear Madam Zelya! Won’t you be seated?”
“No! I prefer to stand. I vait here until I ged my money. Ef I stand perhaps I’d nod vait so long.”
“Now, Madam, as a favor to me——”
“I trust you too much,” broke in Madam angrily. “Meeses Harlan bring you to me. I gif you credit, you do not pay. Meeses Harlan she half told me that your fadder he ‘es a great doctor. Well, ve shall see if he vill pay.”
“I want you to go,” Lola spoke imperiously. “Go! At once!”