"That only means another quarrel," she answered. "The wise way, with a man like my master, is the peaceable way. We must manage to deceive him.""I don't like deceit."
"In that case, sir, I'll wish you good-by. We will leave Mrs.
Zant to do the best she can for herself."
Mr. Rayburn was unreasonable. He positively refused to adopt this alternative.
"Will you hear what I have got to say?" the housekeeper asked.
"There can be no harm in that," he admitted. "Go on."She took him at his word.
"When you called at our house," she began, "did you notice the doors in the passage, on the first floor? Very well. One of them is the door of the drawing-room, and the other is the door of the library. Do you remember the drawing-room, sir?""I thought it a large well-lighted room," Mr. Rayburn answered.
