loway, get on with your work as quickly as you can," said Mrs. Carruthers, driving her flock before her towards the servants' quarters.
"Thank you. And will you see that no one wakes Lady Loudwater before her usual hour, or tells her what has happened? I will tell her myself and try to break the news with as little of a shock as possible," said Mr. Manley.
"Twitcher hasn't bin downstairs yet. She doesn't know anything about it," said one of the maids.
"Send her straight to me—to the terrace when she does come down," said Mr. Manley, walking towards the hall door.
He felt that after the sight of the dead man's face the fresh morning air would do him good.
There came a sudden burst of excited chatter from the women as they passed beyond the door into the back of the Castle. All their tongues seemed to be loosed at once. Mr. Manley went out of the Castle door, crossed the drive, and walked up and down the lawn. He took long breaths through his nostrils; the sight of the dead man's yellowish face had been unpleasant indeed to a man of his sensibility.
In about five minutes Elizabeth Twitcher came out of the big door and across the lawn to him. She was looking startled and scared.
"Mrs. Carruthers said you wished to speak to me, sir?" she said quickly.
