I suspected this.

She's in London, I know.
I'm equal to her: show her in.

When you fetch the Braintop and biscuit, call me to the door.

You understand." The youth affected meekly to enjoy this fiery significance given to his name, and said that he understood, without any doubt.

He retired, and in a few moments ushered in Emilia Belloni.
Mr.Pole was in the middle of the room, wearing a countenance of marked severity, and watchful to maintain it in his opening bow; but when he perceived his little Brookfield guest standing timidly in the doorway, his eyebrows lifted, and his hands spread out; and "Well, to be sure!" he cried; while Emilia hurried up to him.