"Yes, but he may want to go in again and disturb her."
"I don't believe he will. She's asleep now. Those things Dr. Heywood give her keep her quiet. But still you'd better go quietly into her room with her morning milk, Blanche. If she's asleep, just leave it there, so she'll find it when she wakes up."
"Very well, cook, I will," the housemaid said—"Oh, there's that Tumpany!"
Tumpany came into the kitchen. He wore his best suit. He was quite dictatorial and sober. He spoke in brisk tones.
"What are you going to do, my girl?" he said to Blanche in an authoritative voice.
"Hush, you silly. Keep quiet, can't you?" Phœbe said angrily. "Blanche is taking up Mistress' milk in case she wakes."
"Where's master, then?"
"Master is in the library. He'll be down in a minute."
"Can I go up to him, cook? . . . There's something about the guns——"
"No. You can not, Tumpany. But Blanche will take any message.—Blanche, knock at the library door and say Tumpany wants to see Master. But do it quietly. Remember Missis is sleeping at the other end of the passage."