"Damnation!" exclaimed one of the leaders of the party in a furious tone, snatching a torch from an attendant, and throwing its light full upon the face of the carpenter; "this is not the villain, Sir Cecil. Everybody, he felt, must be listening behind their papers. The Morning Post was hungry for governesses and nursery governesses, but held out no other hopes; the Daily Telegraph that morning seemed eager only for skirt hands. He fell backwards on his butt, the wind knocked out of him. Left alone, Jonathan lighted a lamp, and, opening the trap-door, descended the secret stairs. Annabel had been here then. She had to wait some minutes in an outer office, wherein three young men of spirited costume and appearance regarded her with ill-concealed curiosity and admiration. ‘That’s not much comfort. It has come,—and sooner than you expected.
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