"Where are the servants? and Mrs. Haye?"
"They was all afraid they'd be took — she and them both; so they all run — the first one the best feller. I stayed, 'cause I thought the yaller fever wouldn't do much with one o' my skin; and anyhow it was as good to die in the house as in the street — I'd rather."
"When did they go?" said Winthrop beginning to put up books and papers.
"Cleared out this mornin' — as soon as they knowed what was the matter with Mr. Haye."
"His wife too?" said Winthrop.
"Not she! she went off for fear she'd be scared — years ago."
"Has Miss Haye sent for no friends?"
"She says there ain't none to send to; and I guess there ain't."
"Run home to your mistress, Clam, as fast as you can. — When was Mr. Haye taken sick?"
"Some time yesterday. Then you're comin', Mr. Winthrop?"