"Oh, I am. But I mean, aren't there any notable things? For instance, I was in Haddon Hall once, and they showed me the back stairway where a fair lady had eloped with her lover. Have they anything of that kind to show here?"
Miss Earle was silent for a few moments. "Yes," she said, "I am afraid they have."
"Afraid? Why, that is perfectly delightful. Did the young lady of the house elope with her lover?"
"Oh, don't talk in that way, George," she said. "Please don't."
"Well, I won't, if you say so. I admit those little episodes generally turn out badly. Still you must acknowledge that they add a great interest to an old house of the Elizabethan age like this?"
Miss Earle was silent. They had, by this time, gone up the polished stairway, which was dimly lighted by a large window of stained glass.
"Here we are in the portrait hall," said Miss Earle. "There is a picture here that I have never seen, although I have heard of it, and I want to see it. Where is it?" she asked, turning to the housekeeper, who had been following them up the stairs.
"This way, my lady," answered the housekeeper, as she brought them before a painting completely concealed by a dark covering of cloth.
