Fan was filled with distress, remembering her promise, and cast down her eyes.
“Very well, say nothing; that's the best way, Fan. Take no notice of what anyone says to you. Servants are always vile, spiteful creatures, and will act after their kind. Good-night, my girl,” and with that she went downstairs.
Fan sat there for half an hour longer in the grateful twilight and warmth of that luxurious room, and then Rosie's voice startled her crying at the door:
“Doggie! doggie! come and have its supper.”
Fan got up and went to the next room, where her supper and a lighted lamp were on the centre table. Rosie followed her.
“Can you tell the truth?” she said.
“Yes,” returned Fan.
“Well, then, have you told Miss Starbrow?”
“No.”
“Did she ask you anything?”