So that he walked down the Square in a dark and melancholy temper. And Emily Gaunt met him on the doorstep. The skinny successor of Emily Gaunt in the household of the Byrnes stood at the doorway of his house, talking timidly to Mrs. Bantam. She had come for “some sack or other,” Mrs. Bantam explained. “And there’s no sack in this house⁠—that I will swear.” She spoke with the violent emphasis of all Mrs. Bantams, as if the presence of a sack in a gentleman’s house would have been an almost unspeakable offence against chastity and good taste. The skinny maid turned from her with relief to the less formidable presence of John.