Come downstairs and see for yourself." Priscilla went with us.

Her mistress set her to work to light the kitchen fire.
"Some of us," says Mrs.Crosscapel, "may be the better for a cup of tea." I remarked that she took things easy, under the circumstances.

She answered that the landlady of a London lodging-house could not afford to lose her wits, no matter what might happen.
I found the gate locked, and the shutters of the kitchen window fastened.

The back kitchen and back door were secured in the same way.
No person was concealed anywhere.

Returning upstairs, I examined the front parlor window.