Her poor, little, drifting existence floated aimlessly between the kitchen and the lingerie, and all the groping tendrils of her curiosity were fastened about the doings of the backstairs.
But, when he looked round him, there could be no doubt that he was safe up the backstairs, whatsoever they may be, which no man is going to tell you, for the plain reason that no man knows.
" But why do they want so to know about the backstairs" ? asked he, being a little frightened at the long words, and not understanding them the least; as, indeed, he was not meant to do, or you either.