'Miss Lawson is so ill,' Miss Roberts continued, 'that all the boys have been sent home. I took Master Wilmot to his uncle's house in Brook Street, but it was shut up. So I have brought him here.'
'I don't know what Miss Morton will say——'
Miss Roberts looked at her watch and interrupted the butler before he had time to finish his sentence. He spoke rather slowly and required a long time to say anything.
'I am not going back to Ramsgate,' said Miss Roberts, 'but I have no doubt Miss Rosina will write to Miss Morton.'
'I beg pardon,' answered Jones, 'but I don't think Miss Morton would like you to leave the young gentleman here.'
'I—I don't want to be left,' cried Jimmy.
'Miss Morton is not particular fond of young gentlemen,' said the butler.
'Cabman,' exclaimed Miss Roberts in a greater hurry than ever, 'carry in the boxes. The two smaller boxes, please.'
Jimmy stood on the doorstep, and Jones stood just inside the hall, and Miss Roberts held her watch in her right hand, whilst the cabman got off his seat and took down the trunks.
'Please be quick,' she said, 'or I shall miss my train after all.'