“Here I am, grannie,” said her voice. “But I won’t be taken in hand by you or any one else. I tell you that. So mind. And Mr Walton is here, too, and Aunt Ethelwyn is going out with him for a long walk.”
“What do you mean, you silly child?”
“I mean what I say,” and “Miss Judy speaks the truth,” fell together from her lips and mine.
“Mr Walton,” began Mrs Oldcastle, indignantly, “it is scarcely like a gentleman to come where you are not wanted—-”
Here Judy interrupted her.
“I beg your pardon, grannie, Mr Walton WAS wanted—very much wanted. I went and fetched him.”
But Mrs Oldcastle went on unheeding.
“—-and to be sitting in my room in the dark too!”
“That couldn’t be helped, grannie. Here comes Sarah with candles.”
“Sarah,” said Mrs Oldcastle, “ask Captain Everard to be kind enough to step this way.”