"What is it, Hodder?" demanded her ladyship.
"The cook, your ladyship. She's fallen downstairs and broken her leg," announced Hodder. He did not betray it, but he must have been tremendously surprised by the sigh of relief that went up on all sides. Lord Bazelhurst went so far as to laugh.
"Ha, ha! is that all?"
"Oh, dear, I'm so glad!" cried Miss Folsom, impulsively. "I was frightened half to death. It might have been Mr.—"
"Don't he silly, Rose," said Lady Bazelhurst. "Where is she, Hodder?"
"In the laundry, your ladyship. There are two fractures."
"By Jove, two legs instead of one, then—worse than I thought," cried
Bazelhurst, draining his glass.
"Send at once for a doctor, Hodder, and take her to her room. Isn't it annoying," said her ladyship. "It's so difficult to keep a cook in the mountains."
"Don't see how she can get away without legs," observed De Peyton.
"I'll come with you, Hodder. Perhaps I can do something for her," said
Penelope, following the butler from the room.