The String of Pearls (1850), p. 372

ordinary strength, that, at such a busy and ticklish time, would take Todd to the colonel's house at all.
It was revenge—bitter, uncompromising revenge!
Now, you must know the colonel's house was one of those half-villa, half-mansion-like residences, that are so common in the neighbourhood of London. There was a kind of terrace in the front, and a garden with flowering shrubs, that had a pretty enough appearance, and which at night afforded abundance of shelter.
It was by this front garden that Todd hoped to reach the house.
When it was nearly dark, he slunk in, crouching down among the trees and shrubs, and crawling along like a serpent as he was. He soon came to a flight of stone steps that led to the kitchens.
By the time Todd had got thus far, some of her domestic duties had called Mrs. Ragg to the lower part of the house. He saw by the fire-light that some one was going about the kitchen, close to the foot of the stone steps; but he could not exactly, by that dim and uncertain radiance, take upon himself to say that it was Mrs. Ragg.
She soon lit a candle, though, and then all was clear. He saw the good lady preparing divers lights for the upper rooms.
While Todd was half-way down the stone steps, peeping into the kitchen, one of the other servants of the house came into that receptacle for culinary articles, and commenced putting on a bonnet and shawl. Todd could not hear one word of what was said by Mrs. Ragg and this young woman who was getting ready to go out; but he saw them talk, and by their manner he felt convinced that it was only upon ordinary topics.
If the young woman left the house by the steps upon which Todd was, and which it was more than likely she would do, his situation would be anything but
a pleasant one, and discovery would be certain.
To obviate the chance of this, he stepped back, and crouched down among the shrubs in the garden.
He was not wrong in his conjectures, for in a few moments the servant, who was going out, ascended the steps, and passed him so closely, that by stretching out his hand, he could, if he had been so minded, have touched her dress. In a short time she was out of ear-shot.
Todd emerged from his concealment again, and crept down the steps, and once more peeped into the kitchen.
Mrs. Ragg was still busy with the candles.
He was just considering what he should do, when he heard the tramp of horses feet in the road above. He ascended sufficient of the steps to enable himself to get a peep at what was going on. He saw a groom well mounted, and leading another horse. Then no other than Colonel Jeffrey himself, although he did not of his own knowledge, feel assured that it was him, come out at the front door of the house and mounted.
"Now, William," said the colonel, "we must ride sharply."
"Yes, sir," said the groom.
Another moment and they were gone.
"This is lucky," said Todd. "It is not likely that there is any other room in the house; and if not, I have the game in my own hands."
He crept down the remainder of the stone steps, and placed his ear quite close to the kitchen window.
Mrs. Ragg was enjoying a little conversation to herself.
"Ah!" she said, r4 it's always the way—girls will be girls; but what I blame her for is, that she don't ask the colonel's leave at once, and say—Sir, your disorderly has won my infections, and may he come here and take a cup of tea?"
This was Greek to Todd.
"What is the old fool talking about," he muttered. "But I will soon give her a subject that will last for her life."