“At what time?”
“At ten o’clock.”
“And you are to wait here until then?”
“Yes.”
“What have you had to eat?”
“Some tea, and bread and butter,” and she glanced towards a table, on which stood a teapot and an empty plate.
“You can’t subsist on that,” I said quickly.
“More food is to be brought to me by old Taylor at five o’clock.”
I glanced at my watch. It was a quarter-past four.
“Why don’t you go out and go away?” I suggested. “There is surely nothing to prevent you. Why do you remain here in helpless inactivity?”