I have my suspicions of Moody's brains, I can tell you." Mr.Troy's suspicions took a different direction: they pointed along the line of streets which led to Old Sharon's lodgings.

Discreetly silent as to the turn which his thoughts had taken, he merely expressed himself as feeling too much surprised to offer any opinion at all.
"Wait a little," said Lady Lydiard, "I haven't done surprising you yet.
You have been a boy here in a page's livery, I think?
Well, he is a good boy; and he has gone home for a week's holiday with his friends.

The proper person to supply his place with the boots and shoes and other small employments, is of course the youngest footman, a lad only a few years older than himself.

What do you think Moody does?
Engages a stranger, with the house full of idle men-servants already, to fill the page's place.

At intervals this morning I heard them wonderfully merry in the servants hall--_so_ merry that the noise and laughter found its way upstairs to the breakfast-room.