"No, thank you--I know how to manage her.

Well send to you, if we want your assistance." "At yer ain pleasure, Sir," answered Mistress Inchbare.

She turned, and apologized to Anne (under protest), with a stiff courtesy.

"No offense, my leddy! Ye'll remember that ye cam' here alane, and that the hottle has its ain gude name to keep up." Having once more vindicated "the hottle," she made the long-desired move to the door, and left the room.
"I'm faint!" Anne whispered.

"Give me some water." There was no water on the table.