The man on the other side of the half-door, was a waterside-man with a squinting leer, and he eyed her as if he were one of her pupils in disgrace.
'You're cruel hard upon me, Miss Potterson.' Miss Potterson read her newspaper with contracted brows, and took no notice until he whispered: 'Miss Potterson! Ma'am! Might I have half a word with you ?' Deigning then to turn her eyes sideways towards the suppliant, Miss Potterson beheld him knuckling his low forehead, and ducking at her with his head, as if he were asking leave to fling himself head foremost over the half-door and alight on his feet in the bar.
'Well ?' said Miss Potterson, with a manner as short as she herself was long, 'say your half word.

Bring it out.' 'Miss Potterson! Ma'am! Would you 'sxcuse me taking the liberty of asking, is it my character that you take objections to ?' 'Certainly,' said Miss Potterson.
'Is it that you're afraid of--' 'I am not afraid OF YOU,' interposed Miss Potterson, 'if you mean that.' 'But I humbly don't mean that, Miss Abbey.' 'Then what do you mean ?' 'You really are so cruel hard upon me! What I was going to make inquiries was no more than, might you have any apprehensions--leastways beliefs or suppositions--that the company's property mightn't be altogether to be considered safe, if I used the house too regular ?' 'What do you want to know for ?' 'Well, Miss Abbey, respectfully meaning no offence to you, it would be some satisfaction to a man's mind, to understand why the Fellowship Porters is not to be free to such as me, and is to be free to such as Gaffer.' The face of the hostess darkened with some shadow of perplexity, as she replied: 'Gaffer has never been where you have been.' 'Signifying in Quod, Miss?
Perhaps not.

But he may have merited it.

He may be suspected of far worse than ever I was.' 'Who suspects him ?' 'Many, perhaps.

One, beyond all doubts.