Eliza had no wish to summon the housekeeper.

She stood in the inner hall and listened, that she might hear what rooms had inmates.
From the kitchen came occasional clinking of cups and plates; the housekeeper had evidently not swerved from her regular work.

With ears preternaturally acute, Eliza hearkened to the silence in the other rooms till some slight sound, she could hardly tell of what, led her upstairs to a certain door.

She did not knock; she had no power to stand there waiting for a response; the primitive manners of the log house in which she had lived so long were upon her.

She entered the room abruptly, roughly, as she would have entered the log house door.
In a long chair lay the man she sought.