To tell you the truth, I was feeling a bit uneasy about her.

She hasn't been in the dining-room for two days, and from what they tell me there's no signs of her having eaten anything in her room.

As for getting anything out, why should she?
It would be cheaper for her here than anywhere, if she'd got any money at all." There was an uncomfortable silence.

The little old lady with the knitting looked down the street into the sultry darkness which had swallowed up the girl.
"I wonder whether Mr.Tavernake knows anything about her," some one suggested.
But Tavernake was not in the room..