“None.”
“Then where will a servant sleep?”
“There’ll be no difficulty about that—none in the world.”
“But where, Eunice?”
“There’s the room over the dining-room.”
“Which will shut us off from the bath. It won’t do, my child.”
“Will you go with me to look at it?”
“Oh, yes. But I am sure it will not answer.”
“And I am sure it will; and you will agree with me after you have seen it.”
Mr. Townsend went to look at the house, and thought it really quite neat, genteel, and comfortable. But his main objection lay in full force against it. There was no place for the servant to sleep, and he urged it as an insuperable objection, to which Eunice at length replied—