It's my house." "I shall say just what I please." "Miss Macnulty, come in." And Lizzie threw open the door, hardly knowing how the very weak ally whom she now invoked could help her, but driven by the stress of the combat to seek assistance somewhere.
Miss Macnulty, who was seated near the door, and who had necessarily heard every word of the conversation, had no alternative but to appear.

Of all human beings Lady Linlithgow was to her the most terrible, and yet, after a fashion, she loved the old woman.

Miss Macnulty was humble, cowardly, and subservient; but she was not a fool, and she understood the difference between truth and falsehood.
She had endured fearful things from Lady Linlithgow; but she knew that there might be more of sound protection in Lady Linlithgow's real wrath than in Lizzie's pretended affection.
"So you are there, are you ?" said the countess.
"Yes;--I am here, Lady Linlithgow." "Listening, I suppose.

Well;--so much the better.

You know well enough, and you can tell her.