“Canst thou never learn expedition?” exclaimed the other, biting his lip.
“She was behind the balustrade,” resumed Tabbard, unmindful of the interruption, “and where the light from the skylight fell upon her. He could not see her, nor she him, but she heard him hit the stairs. I say he could not see——”
“Go on, you stumble in your speech.”
“——not see her, but I could. She was dressed like a lady; her cheeks pink, her eyes as dark as thine own; her hair golden.”
“The same,” uttered the other, nodding his head.
“She went into the room with carved panels on the door.”
“Are they not all carved?”
“May be so; but I think not. No, ’twas the first guest’s room; the second door on the right from the head of the stairs. The man passed me as I went down.”
“Who was he?”
“I never saw him before.”