She patrolled the house by night, moving about the low, uneven corridors with a flickering candle--for she was afraid to carry a kerosene lamp--like a wandering spirit.
She was suspicious, too.

She never lodged a stranger overnight but she had grave doubts of his moral status.

She imagined him a murderer escaped from justice, and compared his face with the pictures of criminals in the newspapers, or she was reasonably sure that he was dishonest, although she had little to tempt him.

She employed one chambermaid and a stable-boy, and did the cooking herself.

Miss Hart was not a good cook.