"Dat's your own mudder's good chile!" And then she turned quickly into the room.
Croft had risen as if he were about to follow Mrs Null, or, at least, to see where she had gone.

But Aunt Patsy stopped him.

"Jus' you stay h'yar one little minute," she said, hurriedly.

"I got one word to say to you, sah." And she stood up before him as erect as she could, fixing her great spectacles directly upon him.

"You look out, sah, fur ole miss," she said, in a voice, naturally shrill, but now heavily handicapped by age and emotion, "ole Miss Keswick, I means.