“What is it?” inquired the earl.
“If you please, my lord, it is Old Silly,” solemnly replied the man.
“Old Zillah?”
“Yes, my lord.”
“What of her?”
“If you please, my lord, she is dead.”
“Dead!”
“Yes, my lord.”
“Old Zillah! Why—when did she die?”
“If you please, my lord, we don’t know. Kato, the under scullery maid, who carried her some breakfast this morning, found her dead on her bed.”