"You have!" said the old woman. "Who says so?"
"I think you heard me say so," Christina responded, from the foot of the stairs.
The old woman hurried after her. "Yes, I daresay. But by whose orders?"
Christina turned round. "Who owns this place?" she demanded.
"Well, you do."
"Who pays for every mouthful that is eaten here and for everything that is brought into this house? Who makes your living for you?"
"You do, I suppose."
"Well, then, I suppose, by my orders. Where is she?"
"She's in your room, the same as ever."
"Locked in, of course?"