Her brown hair was parted in the middle and arranged low down, so that at first, taking into account her obvious nervousness, he thought that she was a child.

When she spoke, however, he knew that for some reason she was afraid.

Her voice was soft and low, but it was the voice of a woman.
"It is Mr.Laverick, is it not ?" she asked, looking at him eagerly.
"My name is Stephen Laverick," he admitted.

"I understood that I should find Mr.Arthur Morrison here." "Yes," the girl answered, "he sent for you.

The note was from him.
He is here." She made no movement to summon him.