“Mr. Legg, there have been bedrooms at the disposal of yourself and family all last night. I hope the servant, whose duty it was to do so, has not failed to let you know this or to offer to show you to your apartments?”
“No, madam, thank you. No one has failed to execute your hospitable orders; but who could go to bed in such a night as has been passed? No, madam; just as soon as my wife and daughter are a little rested we shall bid you good-by and take our leave of your hospitable home.”
“I am sorry that such is your resolution; but as soon as Mrs. and Miss Legg shall awaken I hope you will ring a bell and a servant shall show you to your rooms, where, at least, you may have the refreshment of the toilet service before breakfast,” concluded Judy, pleased with her victory over the brogue.
“You are very kind, madam, and we will avail ourselves of your offer,” said John Legg, with a bow.
Judy smiled and left the library.
No sooner had the door closed behind her than Lamia reared her head like a serpent from the sofa and said:
“Well, then, ring the bell now. I am awake, at any rate, and I should like a bath and then breakfast to my room. I shall not go down to the breakfast table to face a sneering pack of hypocrites.”
John Legg sighed and rang the bell.
The commotion waked up Mrs. Legg, who yawned, rubbed her eyes and looked about her.
“Where are we? What place is this? How came we here?” she muttered.