I set the hall door open wide, and then I found the door at the back of the hall that led to the servants' quarters and opened that.
A rush of cold, damp air came up in my face with a mouldering smell.
"Bridget Kelly!" I called.

"Bridget Kelly!" The sound echoed as though through many vaults of stone and there was no answer.
The place and the silence began to get on my nerves.

I remembered its forty-six rooms, all shut up and the furniture swathed in holland where the rooms were not empty.

I have always had a dread of an empty house, and now it seized upon me.

I could have run away out into the sunshine to the cabman whom I had left feeding his horse.