It seemed not unreasonable that Mrs.Hutch should have a craving for the rent as such.

A school-girl dotes on her books, a baby cries for its rattle, and a landlady yearns for her rents.

I could easily believe that it was doing Mrs.Hutch spiritual violence to withhold the rent from her; and hence the vehemence with which she pursued the arrears.
Yes, I could analyze the landlady very nicely.

I was certainly qualified to act as peacemaker between her and my family.

But I must go to her own house, and _not_ on a rent day.