"Yes.

They're all right.

But where you got the idea--" "How many of them are there?
The servants, I mean." "Four," spoke up Claire, returning from her finished work, and pausing on her way to do like duty for the upstairs windows.
"Two men and two women." "Please go out to the kitchen and see everything is all right, there," said Brice.

"Lock and bar everything.

Tell your two women servants they can get out, if they want to.