Scawthorne came in her direction, and--closed the
door.
The interview lasted ten minutes, then Jane came forth and with a
light, quick step ran up to the floor above. She did not enter the
room, however, but stood with her hand on the door, in the darkness.
A minute or two, and with the same light, hurried step, she
descended the stairs, sprang past the ledger's room, sped down to
the kitchen. Under other circumstances Bessie must surely have
noticed a strangeness in her look, in her manner; but to-night
Bessie had thought for nothing but her own calamities.
Another day, and no further news from Sam. The next morning, instead
of going to work (the loss of wages was most serious, but it
couldn't be helped), Jane privately betook herself to Sam's house of
business. Mrs. Byass was ill; would they let her know Mr. Byass's
address, that he might immediately be communicated with? The
information was readily supplied; Mr. Byass was no farther away, at
present, than St. Albans. Forth into the street again, and in search
of a policeman. 'Will you please to tell me what station I have to
go to for St. Albans?' Why, Moorgate Street would do; only a few
minutes' walk away.
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