The calling continued, louder and more peremptory, and at last Jenny came up-stairs to know if she should go to the door.
“No,” said Susan.
But, as the shouting went on, the housekeeper presently said, with a sigh,—
“Well, I suppose the rascal won’t go away until he has seen some one, so you may go out, Jenny, and tell him that there is no one at home. Perhaps that will satisfy him.”
Jenny went out, and was met by a volley of abuse from Emile, but this made little impression upon her.
“There’s no one at home,” she said, “so you’ll have to come again.”
“When will zey be back?” quickly asked Emile.
“I don’t know when Mr. Godfrey will be back,—probably not for a long time,” said Jenny. “And Mr. Phil and Chap Webster don’t expect to come home until after night.”
“All right,” said Emile. “I want somebody to take my horse.”
“There isn’t anybody here to do it,” said Jenny. “Joel is away getting men for harvest.”