Morris walked to the end of the terrace. When he got back he found that the door of the house was as wide open as the gates of the park had been.
“There is something uncanny about all this,” he said. “I am just beginning to see that you have a most dangerous power of fascination. I could understand it with old Giles, but I must admit that I thought the stern housekeeper would—”
“My dear George,” interrupted Katherine, “almost anything can be accomplished with people, if you only go about it the right way.”
“Now, what is there to be seen in this house?”
“All that there is to be seen about any old English house. I thought, perhaps, you might be interested in it.”
“Oh, I am. But I mean, isn’t there any notable things? For instance, I was in Haddon Hall once, and they showed me the back stairway where a fair lady had eloped with her lover. Have they anything of that kind to show here?”
Miss Earle was silent for a few moments. “Yes,” she said, “I am afraid they have.”
“Afraid? Why, that is perfectly delightful. Did the young lady of the house elope with her lover?”
“Oh, don’t talk in that way, George,” she said. “Please don’t.”
“Well, I won’t, if you say so. I admit those little episodes generally turn out badly. Still you must acknowledge that they add a great interest to an old house of the Elizabethan age like this?”