"Can't get her to budge, sir." "Oh, tell her--" said Field, and stopped as if arrested by a sudden thought.

"Who is it ?" he asked.
A grin so brief that it might have been a mere twitch of the features passed over the boy's face.
"Wouldn't give no name, sir.

But she's a nob of some sort," he said.

"Got a shiny satin dress on under her cloak." Field's eyes went for a moment to his littered papers.

Then he picked up a newspaper from a chair and threw it over them.
"Show her in!" he said briefly.
He got up with the words, and stood with his back to the window, watching the half-open door.
There came a slight rustle in the passage outside.