On the landing he met Agatha.
“Gracious me!” she ejaculated—“you here, my friend.”
“Certainly. Is there anything astonishing in that? I am here, as you see.”
The maid drew back and seemed to be a little disconcerted.
“Like mistress, like maid,” murmured his lordship to himself. “It does not much matter—I don’t intend to be baffled if I can help it. Hang their blank looks and frigid manner.”
Agatha still stood contemplating her mistress’s visitor.
“Why, what ails you, my little pet? You look scared.”
“Do I?”
“I fancy so. Are you not well?”
“I am well enough, as far as health is concerned.”