Miss Linton is in the act of removing the top from a guinea fowl’s egg, as the maid makes the announcement. Were it a bomb bursting between her fingers, the surprise could not be more sudden or complete.
Dropping egg and cup, in stark astonishment, she demands:
“What do you mean, Gibbons?”
Gibbons is the girl’s name.
“Oh, ma’am! Just what I’ve said.”
“Say it again. I can’t believe my ears.”
“That Miss Gwen hasn’t slept in her room.”
“And where has she slept?”
“The goodness only knows.”
“But you ought to know. You’re her maid—you undressed her?”