But--" again he gave that slight shrug of the shoulders, indicative of doubt, if not indifference.
Mrs.Daniels trembled, and took a step forward.

I thought she was going to speak, but instead of that she drew back again in her strange hesitating way.
Mr.Gryce did not seem to notice.
"Perhaps sir," said he, "if you will step upstairs with me to the room occupied by this girl, I may be able to show you certain evidences which will convince you that our errand here is not one of presumption." "I am ready to concede that without troubling myself with proof," observed the master of the house with the faintest show of asperity.
"Yet if there is anything to see of a startling nature, perhaps I had best yield to your wishes.

Whereabouts in the house is this girl's room, Mrs.Daniels ?" "It is--I gave her the third story back, Mr.Blake;" replied that woman, nervously eyeing his face.

"It was large and light for sewing, and she was so nice--" He impatiently waved his hand on which he had by this time fitted his glove to a nicety, as if these details were an unnecessary bore to him, and motioned her to show the way.

Instantly a new feeling appeared to seize her, that of alarm.
"I hardly think you need trouble Mr.Blake to go up-stairs," she murmured, turning towards Mr.Gryce.