'You may come to the store-room now, or the butler can take it.' And off whisked Mrs.Rusk for the back staircase.
There had been no common skirmish on this occasion, but a pitched battle.
Madame had made a sort of pet of Anne Wixted, an underchambermaid, and attached her to her interest economically by persuading me to make her presents of some old dresses and other things.

Anne was such an angel! But Mrs.Rusk, whose eyes were about her, detected Anne, with a brandy-bottle under her apron, stealing up-stairs.

Anne, in a panic, declared the truth.

Madame had commissioned her to buy it in the town, and convey it to her bed-room.

Upon this, Mrs.Rusk impounded the flask; and, with Anne beside her, rather precipitately appeared before 'the Master.' He heard and summoned Madame.