As we reached the lower step, she passed us on her way to the library.

Wondering what errand had taken her to the study, which she was supposed not to visit, I turned to join her and caught a glimpse of the old man's face.

It was more puckered, scowling and malignant of aspect than usual.

I was surprised that Mrs.Packard had not noticed it.

Surely it was not the countenance of a mere disgruntled servant.