She opened the window, and asked Mr.Cartwright if he would be good enough to come and speak to her.
Cartwright committed his prisoner to the subordinate, and knocked at the door of Phoebe's lodgings.

She came down herself and let him in.

She led the way upstairs, motioned him to a seat, sat down by him, and began to cry again.

She was thoroughly unstrung.
Cartwright was human, and muttered some words of regret that a poor fellow must do his duty.
"Oh, it is not that," sobbed Phoebe.

"I can find the money.