"Do serving women sleep on couches only in this house, and are they pampered with leopard skins for covering?"
"How they sleep, and what they're covered with is none of your affair,"
Hannah said.
"A soft tongue will serve you best," replied the man. "Tell me who slept on that couch during the night?"
"And how she slept and what she dreamt about, I suppose. Well, I had no dreams of such a rough awakening as this."
Other men were turning over the things in the room, and presently one espied the door. He called the attention of the others to it at once.
"Open it," they cried.
"It's locked."
"The key, woman—quickly," said one who seemed to command.
"It's likely I shall let you pry into my cupboards, isn't it?"
"This is no cupboard. Give me the key."