Augusta wrung her hands.
"I'll be down with you as soon as I am dwessed, sir," replied Furlong.
"I want to speak to you immediately—and here are letters for you—open the door."
Augusta signified by signs to Furlong that resistance would be vain; and hid herself under the bed.
"Come in, sir," said Furlong, when she was secreted.
"The door is fastened," said O'Grady.
"Turn the key, sir," said Furlong.
O'Grady unlocked the door, and was so inconsistent a person, that he never thought of the impossibility of Furlong's having locked it, but, in the richest spirit of bulls, asked him if he always fastened his door on the outside. Furlong said he always did.
"What's the matter with you?" inquired O'Grady. "You're as white as the sheet there;" and he pointed to the bed as he spoke.
Furlong grew whiter as he pointed to that quarter.