'She will be with you in a few moments, sir.'
In Eve's dark room, where Nana still stood fatly and hopelessly expostulating, and Eve pretended to sleep, he spoke roughly,—
'You lied to me as usual. He is here by appointment. He is waiting. I told him you would not keep him waiting long. You must get up.'
'I shall do nothing of the sort. What right have you to dictate to me?'
'You're making Mathter Julian croth—and he tho thweet-tempered alwayth,' said Nana's warning voice.
'Does she usually behave like this, Nana?'
'Oh, Mathter Julian, it'th dreadful—and me alwayth thaving her from her mother, too. And loothing all her thingth, too, all the time. I can't keep anything in it'th plathe. Only three dayth ago the lotht a diamond ring, but the never cared. The Thpanith gentleman thent it to her, and the never thanked him, and then lotht the ring. And the never notithed or cared. And the getth dretheth and dretheth, and won't put them on twith. And flowerth and chocolathes thent her—they all thpoil her tho—and the biteth all the chocolathes in two to thee what'th inthide, and throwth them away and thayth the dothn't like them. That exathperating, the ith.'
'Leave her to me, Nannie.'
'Mith Naughtineth,' said Nana, as she left the room.
They were alone.