In the servants' hall the gamekeepers and every man and woman of the
large household joined in the general festivity, and the usual
liberality of the servants' hall was still further extended. On such
nights the genial old butler was at his best, for the task fell to him
to propose the toast of "St Partridge," and do the honours generally.
His well-studied and hoary witticisms came with such a hearty burst of
his own laughter, that the infection spread around the depleted board,
until joy was on every countenance.
On such a night sleep would be heavier than usual. By general consent
the potations that followed dinner were not excessive, but a little more
liberal, as became the occasion.
One by one the household, in its many varying branches, retired, each in
his or her direction up one of the many winding staircases, and along
corridors to their respective rooms, with stifling yawns, and walking
with a respectful silence until the last of the doors opened and closed.
The guests also lingered longer than usual in billiard-room or library,
and they, in turn, having received the ministrations of the servants
allotted to them, retired up the wide oak staircase, over the soft, deep
carpet.
The most astute criminal, even burglars, will choose sometimes a
wrongly-timed occasion for his offence against society.
It was a few nights after the "First," when Sir Raife and the rest of
the household had sought the sleep that follows sweetly on a long day's
shooting. Lazily knocking the contents of his pipe into the fire, he
climbed into the four-posted bed with its pale-blue curtains hanging
around. The old-fashioned, and even the mediaeval, survived in many
directions at Aldborough Park, and this bed was one of the survivals.
Although fatigued beyond the ordinary point, even after a long tramp
over stubble and turnips, up hill and down dale, Raife did not sleep.
His mind was too active, and his thoughts trended in directions which
left him sleepless and troubled.
The recollection of his father's murder, and the dying words which, in
spite of the intervening months and the exciting events that had
transpired, still, on such an occasion as this, caused him anxiety.
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