What ailed Wynnette?
That evening, while the family were all assembled in the drawing room after dinner, she stole away and went to find the housekeeper.
The old woman was in her own sitting room, joining the servants’ hall.
Mrs. Kelsy welcomed the little lady, who had already become a great favorite with her.
“I hope I don’t disturb you,” said Wynnette, deprecatingly.
“Dearie me, no, miss,” replied the housekeeper, rising and placing a chair for her young visitor.
Wynnette thanked her and sat down.
“You have been over the old castle, I hear, Miss Wynnette,” said the old woman.
“Yes, and I came here to get you to tell me all you know of that ancient ruin. You have been housekeeper here for a long time, and you must know lots about it.”
“Yes, my dear young lady, I have been here, girl and woman, for fifty years. My mother was housekeeper here before me. I was still-room-maid under until she died about twenty years ago, and I got her place, through the kindness of the earl.”