'Why? What do we want signals for?'
'How else am I to know the dangers you might be exposed to? Suppose a particularly large spider' (her especial aversion) 'put in an appearance, if you hoist a flag half-post high, then I'll rush--rush to the rescue.'
'I don't understand. Where are you to be?'
'Here, I presume,' I answered, pointing to my quarters.
Miss Blount stared at me for a moment, and then turned round short on Mr. Drummond.
'You don't mean to say,' she exclaimed, in the utmost indignation, 'that we are expected to stop up there by ourselves! Indeed, I will do nothing of the kind. I would rather sleep on a shelf in the store. Of course, I supposed Mr. Verner would be at the house while you are away.'
Mr. Drummond, rather taken aback at this unexpected attack, muttered something about his wife having often been alone there.
'More shame for you, then!' was the retort. 'But certainly I won't.'
Mr. Drummond, looking as if he felt convicted of having been neglectful of his wife's feelings, and yet hardly caring to give in, evidently did not know what to say. Mrs. Drummond, with an amused smile on her face, though she never raised her eyes, played with her reins. Miss Blount was unaffectedly in earnest in her protestations. I wished myself anywhere but where I was, while I mentally most heartily endorsed what the latter had just said.
