THE SIGHT OF TERROR "My dear Henrietta," Leonard had said to his wife the day before, as he shook the dust of the chase off his clothes, "very shortly some guests will arrive at Hidvar and possibly they may be numerous.

May I ask you to make ready for their reception ?" Henrietta signified by a motion of her head that she understood.
"It is possible you may have to perform the duties of hostess without my assistance, for I have to be off at once to Szeb and don't expect to be back for a couple of days.

It is possible that the gentlemen in question may arrive during my absence which I should very much regret.
Nevertheless you may depend upon my hastening home as quickly as I can to meet them here." All this did not seem to interest Henrietta very much.

Leonard noticed it.
"Let the gentry, my dear, occupy the room overlooking the park, the servants had better have the six rooms generally given to hunting parties on the ground floor, with the four and twenty beds." At these directions the lady looked at her lord with an expression of surprised inquiry.
"I see," resumed her husband, "you are asking yourself what sort of company that can be for whose master one room suffices while the servants require six.

I will tell you.