Until one day having darted into a cupboard to escape from him and drawn the door to after her, it turned out to be the cupboard in which Carlyle was used to keep his boots.

So that there was quite a struggle between them; she holding grimly on to the door inside and Carlyle equally determined to open it and get his boots.

It had ended in her exposure, with trembling knees and scarlet face, and Carlyle had addressed her as "woman," and had insisted on knowing what she was doing there.

And after that she had lost all terror of him.

And he had even allowed her with a grim smile to enter occasionally the sacred study with her broom and pan.