Cecil's face even was ghastly, and the hand which played nervously with the tablecloth shook all the time.
"Forrest," he said abruptly, "it is a mistake to clear out all the servants like this.

Not only have we had to eat a filthy dinner, but it's enough to make people suspicious, eh?
Don't you think so?
Don't you think afterwards that they may wonder why we did it ?" "No!" Forrest answered, with something that was almost like a snarl.
"No, I don't! Shut up, and don't be such an infernal young fool! We couldn't have town servants spying and whispering about the place.

I caught that London butler of yours hanging around the library this afternoon as though he were looking for something.

They were a d--d careless lot, anyhow, with no mistress or housekeeper to look after them, and they're better gone.

Who is there left exactly now ?" "There's a kitchen-maid, who cooked this wretched mess," Cecil answered, "and another under her from the village, who seems half an idiot.