“I—I guess I don't want any supper.”
“Don't want any supper? You will be ill. Why don't you?”
“I don't know as I feel just like eating anything.”
“Well, it won't do. Will you see, please, if Jane is in the kitchen?”
Lemuel came forward, full of his unfitness for the sight of men, but gathering a little courage when he found the dining-room so dark. He descended to the basement and opened the door of the kitchen, looked in, and shut it again. “Yes, ma'am, she's there.”
“Oh!” Sibyl seemed to hesitate. Then she said: “Light the gas down there, hadn't you better?”
“I don't know but I had,” Lemuel assented.
But before he could obey, “And Lemuel!” she called down again, “come and light it up here too, please.”
“I will as soon as I've lit it here,” said Lemuel.
An imperious order came back. “You will light it here now, please.”