Lady Emily looked at her with surprise—almost reproof.
“I beg your pardon, my dear; but it sounds so dreadful. What can it be?”
“Let me entreat you, ladies, not to imagine that I am urging you to anything,” said Funkelstein.
“Not in the least,” replied Mrs. Elton. “I was very foolish.” And the old lady looked ashamed, and was silent.
“Then if you will allow me, I will make one small preparation. Have you a tool-chest anywhere, Mr. Arnold?”
“There must be tools enough about the place, I know. I will ring for Atkins.”
“I know where the tool chest is,” said Hugh; “and, if you will allow me a suggestion, would it not be better the servants should know nothing about this? There are some foolish stories afloat amongst them already.”
“A very proper suggestion, Mr. Sutherland,” said Mr. Arnold, graciously. “Will you find all that is wanted, then?”
“What tools do you want?” asked Hugh.
“Only a small drill. Could you get me an earthenware plate—not china—too?”