Emile smiled.
“If zat is so,” he said, “I will tie him to zis post, and after a while I will take him to ze barn myself.”
He fastened the horse to a hitching-post, and then quickly passing Jenny, who had been gravely watching him, he ran up the porch-steps and entered the half-open front door.
Here he was met by Susan, who would have shut the door in his face if she had reached it soon enough, and who confronted him with a countenance that plainly enough expressed the question,—
“What do you want here?”
The moment Emile saw her, his eyes sparkled with rage.
“Aha!” he cried, “you is ze vile woman who would have me killed! Now let me tell you zis: When, in two or tree days I am master of zis house, I will drive you out, and I will have you put in ze prison. And now get out of my way; I want to look at my house.”
“Oh,” thought Susan to herself, as she clinched her hands, “if Mr. Godfrey only kept a watch-dog! but he never would do it.”
Emile stepped to the parlor doors and threw them wide open.
“Open zose windows!” he cried. “Why you keep it so dark here?”