Chapter Twenty Three.
Waiting for Breakfast.
“Such a bright cheery morning, Lydia,” said Katrine, knocking at the bedroom door. “Oh, you are up. Breakfast must be ready.”
The two girls descended, to find that they were first.
“Nobody down,” cried Katrine, “and I am so hungry. Oh, how wicked it seems on a morning like this to keep out all the light and sunshine.”
Just then, old Mr Girtle came in, looking, as usual, very quiet and thoughtful; and after a while Artis came down, looking dull and sleepy.
“Where’s the boss?” he said, suddenly.
“The what?—I do not understand you,” said the old lawyer.
“The master—the guardian of this tomb. Where’s Capel?”
“Oh,” said the old lawyer. “Possibly the fine morning may have tempted him to take a walk.”