"Bear it? No; I should die in a week. Why, what does ail you? You are shaking like a leaf. What are you afraid of?"
"I don't know; only State's prison seems so terrible, and they are looking everywhere. What if they should come in here?"
"Come in here? Impossible, unless they break the door down," Arthur replied; and then Jerry said to him:
"If they do, suppose you lie down and let me cover you with the afghan and cushions?"
"But I don't want to lie down and be smothered with cushions," Arthur returned, puzzled, and wondering at the excitement of the child, who nestled close to his side, and held fast to his hand, as if she were guarding him, or expected him to guard her, while the examination went on outside, and the frightened and angry servants submitted to having their boxes and trunks examined.
At last footsteps were heard on the stairs, and the sound of strange voices, mingled with that of Frank, who was protesting against his brother's rooms being entered.
"You will lose every servant you have if we do not serve all alike," was the answer.
Then Frank knocked at his brother's door and asked admittance.
"We must do it to pacify the servants," he said, as Arthur refused, bidding him go about his business.
After a little further expostulation Arthur arose, and, unlocking the door, bade them enter and look as long as they pleased and where they pleased.