“She’s come in, I suppose?” he added.
“Ay, she’s come in.”
“Well, you’ll please to tell her I must see her.”
“I fancy must will be your master,” Mrs. Gilson replied, with her usual point. “But I’ll tell her.” And she went upstairs.
Henrietta was seated at the window with her back to the door. She did not turn.
“Here’s the Bow-Street man,” Mrs. Gilson said, without ceremony. “Wants to know if he can see you. Shall I tell him yes, or no, young lady?”
“No, if you please,” Henrietta answered, with a shiver.
Mrs. Gilson went down.
“She says ‘No, on no account,’” she announced, “unless you’ve got a warrant. Her room’s her room, she says, and she’ll none of you.”
“Hoity-toity!”