Let him look.

He won't see nought." And Hannah shut to the door with more noise than she intended, much to Lavinia's alarm lest her mother should be aroused.
"No fear o' that, child.

Your mother's had as much gin an' beer as she can carry.

It was as good as I could do to get her up the stairs to her bedroom.

Sure she's mad about your running away out of reach.