Instead, she turned and ran headlong, along the passage, down the stairs, and into the kitchen. Here she came face to face with her young mistress.
"What's the matter? You look as if you had seen a ghost."
"I have! At least, I've seen a man in your room."
"In my room? What were you doing there?" demanded Phyllis sharply.
"Looking for you. I wakened and found you gone. I thought—oh, I don't know what I thought."
Phyllis knew perfectly how it had come about. Anna Allan was a very curiosity box and a born gossip. She had to have her little pug nose in everybody's business.
"So you think you saw somebody in my room?" her mistress said quietly.
"I don't think. I saw him."
"Saw whom? Phil, or was it Father?" suggested the other, with a hint of gentle scorn.
"No—he was a stranger. I think it was Mr. Weaver, but I'm not sure."