“That only means another quarrel,” she answered. “The wise way, with a man like my master, is the peaceable way. We must manage to deceive him.”
“I don’t like deceit.”
“In that case, sir, I’ll wish you good-by. We will leave Mrs. Zant to do the best she can for herself.”
Mr. Rayburn was unreasonable. He positively refused to adopt this alternative.
“Will you hear what I have got to say?” the housekeeper asked.
“There can be no harm in that,” he admitted. “Go on.”
She took him at his word.
“When you called at our house,” she began, “did you notice the doors in the passage, on the first floor? Very well. One of them is the door of the drawing-room, and the other is the door of the library. Do you remember the drawing-room, sir?”
“I thought it a large well-lighted room,” Mr. Rayburn answered. “And I noticed a doorway in the wall, with a handsome curtain hanging over it.”
“That’s enough for our purpose,” the housekeeper resumed. “On the other side of the curtain, if you had looked in, you would have found the library. Suppose my master is as polite as usual, and begs to be excused for not receiving you, because it is an inconvenient time. And suppose you are polite on your side and take yourself off by the drawing-room door. You will find me waiting downstairs, on the first landing. Do you see it now?”