But Miss Shepperson had fallen into that state of nervous agitation which impels to a decisive step.  She foresaw the horrors of pecuniary embarrassment.  Her faith in the Rymers’ promises was exhausted.  This very morning she would go to see Mrs. Rymer, lay before her the plain facts of the case, and with all firmness—­with unmistakable resolve—­make known to her that, if the arrears were not paid within a month, notice to quit would be given, and the recovery of the debt be sought by legal process.  Fear had made Miss Shepperson indignant; it was wrong and cowardly for people such as the Rymers to behave in this way to a poor woman who had only just enough to live upon.  She felt sure that they could pay if they liked; but because she had shown herself soft and patient, they took advantage of her.  She would be firm, very firm.

So, about ten o’clock, Miss Shepperson put on her best things, and set out for Hammersmith.  It was a foggy, drizzly, enervating day.  When Miss Shepperson found herself drawing near to the house, her courage sank, her heart throbbed painfully, and for a moment she all but stopped and turned, thinking that it would be much better to put her ultimatum into writing.  Yet there was the house in view, and to turn back would be deplorable weakness.  By word of mouth she could so much better depict the gravity of her situation.  She forced herself onwards.  Trembling in every nerve, she rang the bell, and in a scarce audible gasp she asked for Mrs. Rymer.  A brief delay, and the servant admitted her.

Mrs. Rymer was in the drawing-room, giving her elder child a piano-lesson, while the younger, sitting in a baby-chair at the table, turned over a picture-book.  The room was comfortably and prettily furnished; the children were very becomingly dressed; their mother, a tall woman, of fair complexion and thin, refined face, with wandering eyes and a forehead rather deeply lined, stepped forward as if in delight at the unexpected visit, and took Miss Shepperson’s ill-gloved hand in both her own, gazing with tender interest into her eyes.

’How kind of you to have taken this trouble!  You guessed that I really wished to see you.  I should have come to you, but just at present I find it so difficult to get away from home.  I am housekeeper, nursemaid, and governess all in one!  Some women would find it rather a strain, but the dear tots are so good—­so good!  Cissy, you remember Miss Shepperson?  Of course you do.  They look a little pale, I’m afraid; don’t you think so?  After the life they were accustomed to—­but we won’t talk about that.  Tots, school-time is over for this morning.  You can’t go out, my poor dears; look at the horrid, horrid weather.  Go and sit by the nursery-fire, and sing “Rain, rain, go away!"’

Miss Shepperson followed the children with her look as they silently left the room.  She knew not how to enter upon what she had to say.  To talk of the law and use threats in this atmosphere of serene domesticity seemed impossibly harsh.  But the necessity of broaching the disagreeable subject was spared her.