Barclay had sprung to his feet, and stood staring in amazement, and perfectly heedless of the girl's appeal to him to hide, as two rough bricklayer-like men came in, followed by a woman. "Will you let me pass?" cried Mr Barclay. "Miss Mimpriss, I beg your pardon for this intrusion. Forgive me, and good-night."
These meals were good, and washed down with plenty of spirits and water, the two servant-like women and the so-called Adela waiting on the party, everything being a matter of wonder to the prisoner, who stared wildly at the well-dressed, lady-like, girlish creature who busied herself in supplying the wants of the gang of four bricklayer-like men. At the first meal, Mr Barclay refused food.