“Batchelor,” replied Miss Henniker from within, in what seemed rather a subdued voice, “you are doing very wrong. Let me out immediately, Batchelor.”
“Not till you promise what’s written in the note,” replied I, quitting the place.
A similar ceremony was enacted by Smith in delivering the “ultimatum” to the two masters, and we then adjourned for breakfast.
“What shall we do to-day?” asked Flanagan, who was quite fresh again after yesterday’s hard work.
“Oh, any mortal thing you like,” said Shankley. “I mean to go and have a rare walk over the roof.”
“I vote we make up a party and go down to the village,” said another.
“No, no,” said Smith, looking up, “we must stay indoors, or the thing will soon get known. You can do anything you like indoors.”
There was a little growling at this, although we knew there was reason in the prohibition.
“I don’t see any harm in going out on the heath,” said Rathbone; “you did that yourself once.”
“Yes, and some one saw me do it,” replied Smith. “I say, stay in doors.”