“Bertha!”
“Yes.”
“Open the door for me. Oh, I’m so sorry for you. Please let me in.”
Bertha looked wildly at the door, she dared not let Miss Glover come.
“I can see no one now,” she cried, hoarsely. “Don’t ask me.”
“I think I could comfort you.”
“I want to be alone.”
Miss Glover was silent for a minute, crying audibly.
“Shall I wait downstairs? You can ring if you want me. Perhaps you’ll see me later.”
Bertha wished to tell her to go away, but dared not.