LADY MOLLY OF SCOTLAND YARD
the woman said that Haggett was in bed, suffering from one of his "fits."
"That is a great pity," said my dear lady, rather unsympathetically, I thought, "for I must speak with him at once."
"What is it about?" asked the woman, sullenly. "I can take a message."
"I am afraid not," rejoined my lady. "I was asked to see Haggett personally."
"By whom, I'd like to know," she retorted, now almost insolently.
"I dare say you would. But you are wasting precious time. Hadn't you better help your husband on with his clothes? This lady and I will wait in the parlour."
After some hesitation the woman finally complied, looking very sulky the while.
We went into the miserable little room wherein not only grinding poverty but also untidiness and dirt were visible all round. We sat down on two of the cleanest-looking chairs, and waited whilst a colloquy in subdued voices went on in the room over our heads.
The colloquy, I may say, seemed to consist of agitated whispers on one part, and wailing complaints on the other. This was followed presently by some thuds and much shuffling, and presently Haggett, looking uncared-for, dirty, and unkempt, entered the parlour, followed by his wife.
He came forward, dragging his ill-shod feet and pulling nervously at his forelock.
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