She could not bring herself to call her maid, and still less go downstairs and see her son and his governess.

The maid, who had been listening at her door for a long while, came into her room of her own accord.

Anna glanced inquiringly into her face, and blushed with a scared look.

The maid begged her pardon for coming in, saying that she had fancied the bell rang.

She brought her clothes and a note.