"Send for her."
"I will. Juan, go to Bishop's Court. Juan, I say, run fast and fetch Mistress Mona. Tell her that her father is ill."
As Thorkell gave this order Jarvis Kerruish returned to the room.
"No!" said Jarvis, lifting his hand against the young man.
"No?" cried Thorkell.
"If this is my house, I will be master in it," said Jarvis.
"Master! your house! yours!" Thorkell cried; and then he fell to a fiercer bout of hysterical curses. "Bastard, I gave you all! But for me you would be on the roads—ay, the dunghill!"
"This violence will avail you nothing," said Jarvis, with hard constraint. "Mistress Mona shall not enter this house."
Jarvis placed himself with his back to the door. The stranger stepped up to him, laid one powerful hand on his arm, and drew him aside. "Go for Mistress Mona," he said to the young man. "Knock at the door on your return. I will open it."
The young man obeyed the stranger. Jarvis stood a moment looking blankly into the stranger's face. Then he went out of the room.