"I scarcely know what to say to you.

I--" His eyes becoming accustomed to the light in the sitting room, he was now able to see his captors more clearly.

He looked at Keziah, then at Miss Van Horne, and another wave of blushes passed from his collar up into the roots of his hair.

Grace blushed, too, though, as she perfectly well knew, there was no reason why she should.
Mrs.Coffin did not blush.

This young fellow, although evidently not a tramp or a burglar, had caused her some moments of distinct uneasiness, and she resented the fact.
"Well," she observed rather tartly, "I'm sorry you don't know what to say, but perhaps you might begin by telling us who you are and what you mean by makin' a--er--dressin' room of a house that don't belong to you, just because you happened to find the door unlocked.