If Jane had known that the Ayah could have told her of every movement she made during the day or night, of her up-gettings and down-lyings, of the hour and moment of every service done for the big Mem Sahib, of why and how and when and where each thing was done, she would have been frightened indeed.
One day, it is true, she came into Lady Walderhurst's sleeping apartment to find Ameerah standing in the middle of it looking round its contents with restless, timid, bewildered eyes.

She wore, indeed, the manner of an alarmed creature who did not know how she had got there.
"What are you doing here ?" demanded Jane.

"You have no right in this part of the house.

You're taking a great liberty, and your mistress will be angry." "My Mem Sahib asked for a book," the Ayah quite shivered in her alarmed confusion.

"Your Mem Sahib said it was here.