Pina met her and supported her into the house, while Leo gave a hasty account of their adventure.
“Try to compose yourself, ma’am. Lor! I wouldn’t let myself be upset by them rubbish!” said Pina as she held a glass of water to her mistress’s lips.
“Who were they, Leo, and why did they pursue me?” inquired Drusilla, when she was somewhat restored.
“Please, ma’am, I don’t know who they were, not being beknown to sich. But they were all intoxified, the whole lot of ’em.”
“But why did they pursue me?”
“Well, ma’am, they was on a lark, and seen you was afeard of ’em.”
“There was more in it than that, Leo! Do you think they can get through the gate?”
“No, ma’am; I locked it.”
“But they can get out of the carriage and climb over it.”
“No, ma’am, they’re too tipsy. They can hardly sit in their seats. The driver is the onliest sober one in the lot, and he’ll take them away, you may be sure, ma’am.”