“No, ma’am. Bless you, ma’am, hasn’t I just told you how I’ve never seen a human face about the place, except it is you and master’s and me and Pina’s.”
“Well, I saw a man’s face between two and three o’clock after midnight, peeping in at the drawing-room windows,” said the little lady very gravely.
“Indeed, ma’am!—whose could it a been?” inquired the boy in astonishment.
“That is what I do not know, and what I wished to ascertain.”
The boy scratched his head and looked confounded.
“A face a peeping in at the windows in the dead o’ night! Bless us and save us!” he muttered to himself.
“I shall be feared to stay in the house nights when the master’s not in,” said Pina, turning as pale as one of her color could.
“I hope there is nothing to fear. I shall speak to your master as soon as he comes home,” said Drusilla, to reassure her domestics.
“But there’s so many bugglers about,” said Pina, with a shudder.
“And to be sure, the house is very unprotected like and lonesome, and there’s a deal of silver and gold into it,” added Leo.