I offered her a postage-stamp when she came down.

She hadn't got the letter in her hand, and she didn't accept the stamp.

A little close, poor soul (as you know), about herself and her doings.

But a friend she has got somewhere, I can tell you; and to that friend you may depend upon it, she will go." "Soon ?" asked the Sergeant.
"As soon as she can." says Mrs.Yolland.
Here I stepped in again from the door.

As chief of my lady's establishment, I couldn't allow this sort of loose talk about a servant of ours going, or not going, to proceed any longer in my presence, without noticing it.
"You must be mistaken about Rosanna Spearman," I said.