“Are you wantin’ a general servant?”
“Yes, I am,” Lucy replied, her heart sinking within her.
“I’m looking for a place. What wages do you give?”
Lucy named the sum she had paid Pollie.
“That’s not very high for a general,” observed the woman.
“It is a very quiet situation,” said Lucy.
“H’m!—out in some country place, I suppose?”
“No,” answered Lucy, “my house is in Bloomsbury.” She was cowed into giving answers when she should rather have retorted by questions. Really she did not want to question this woman, or to have anything to do with her. Yet in this place she had not courage to say so. Mrs. Brand did not come to the rescue.
“Bloomsbury houses are pretty big—too big for one woman.”
“Mine is a small house,” faltered Lucy.