May be the latter, for a sudden desire seized her to run away.
But before desire had become decision the door in the wall had opened and a soberly attired man-servant was staring at her inquiringly.
Lavinia regained her courage.
"I want to see Mr.Gay please.

I'm told he's staying with Mr.Pope." "Aye.

What's your business ?" "That's with Mr.Gay, not with you," rejoined Lavinia sharply.
The man either disdained to bandy words or had no retort ready.

He admitted the visitor and conducted her into the house.

Lavinia found herself in a small hall, stone paved, with a door on either side.