extraordinary resolve. The door opened, revealing the pleasantly furnished hall of Mrs. Bindon Dotting, lit by rose-tinted lights, and in the centre of the picture, neat and pretty in black and white, stood Ann. At the sight of Kipps her colour vanished.
"Ann," said Kipps, "I want to speak to you. I got something to say to you right away. See? I'm"
"This ain't the door to speak to me at," said Ann.
"But, Ann! It's something special."
"You spoke enough," said Ann.
"Ann!"
"Besides. That's my door, down there. Basement. If I was caught talking at this door!"
"But, Ann, I'm"
"Basement after nine. Them's my hours. I'm a servant and likely to keep one. If you're calling here, what name please? But you got your friends and I got mine and you mustn't go talking to me."
"But, Ann, I want to ask you"
Someone appeared in the hall behind Ann. "Not here," said Ann. "Don't know anyone of that name," and incontinently slammed the door in his face.
"What was that, Ann?" said Mrs. Bindon Botting's invalid Aunt.
"Ge'm a little intoxicated. Ma'am—asking for the wrong name, Ma'am."
"What name did he want?" asked the lady, doubtfully.
"No name that we know, Ma'am," said Ann, hustling along the hall towards the kitchen stairs.
