It was one matter for her to object to this thing Billy was doing--but quite another for Pete to do it.
"Of course it's she!" retorted Aunt Hannah, testily.

"As if you yourself didn't bring her here with your crazy messages at this time of night!" "Pete, where is he ?" interposed Billy.

"Tell Mr.Bertram I am here--or, wait! I'll go right in and surprise him." "_Billy!_" This time it was Aunt Hannah who gasped her name.
Pete had recovered himself by now, but he did not even glance toward Aunt Hannah.

His face was beaming, and his old eyes were shining.
"Miss Billy, Miss Billy, you're an angel straight from heaven, you are--you are! Oh, I'm so glad you came! It'll be all right now--all right! He's in the den, Miss Billy." Billy turned eagerly, but before she could take so much as one step toward the door at the end of the hall, Aunt Hannah's indignant voice arrested her.
"Billy-stop! You're not an angel; you're a young woman--and a crazy one, at that! Whatever angels do, young women don't go unannounced and unchaperoned into young men's rooms! Pete, go tell your master that _we_ are here, and ask if he will receive _us_." Pete's lips twitched.

The emphatic "we" and "us" were not lost on him.
But his face was preternaturally grave when he spoke.
"Mr.Bertram is up and dressed, ma'am.