There was not a light visible anywhere.

The goats were still making a noise under the house.
Lady Bridget got a stick from a heap of sandal-wood boughs stacked against the veranda, and passing to the front, where the piles supporting the house were higher, proceeded to belabour an elderly nanny, who, with her mate, was now nibbling twigs of the creepers.

But she was surprised to see only two or three goats, she had thought there must be many more.

The animals were refractory, and her beatings of no avail.

Now, suddenly, she was seized with a fit of nervous shivering and realised that she felt physically ill.