Then the suspicions of Mavis were aroused by discovering that Norah was at her old tricks again.  If you sent her as messenger of charity to one of the cottages, and more still if you gave her an hour or two for herself, she went stealing off into the forbidden woods.  She had been seen doing it twice, and, as Mavis suspected, had done it often without being seen.  She knew that she wasn’t allowed to do it.  There was the plain house-rule that neither she nor Ethel were ever to leave the roads when they were out alone.  Yet she broke the rule; and Mavis now suspected that she did not break this rule in order to pick wild flowers and look at green leaves but to meet a sweetheart.

Mavis, thinking about it, was at once angry and apprehensive.  A fine thing for all of them, if the little fool came to trouble and disgrace that way.  She would not immediately bother Dale about it; but she promptly tackled Norah, roundly accused her of improper behavior, expressed a firm conviction that she was playing the fool with some young man, and threatened to lay the whole matter before the master.

“D’you understand, Norah?  We won’t put up with it—­not for a moment.  We’re not going to let you make yourself the talk of the place and bring us to shame into the bargain.”

Norah, alternately flushing and turning pale, defended herself with vigor.  She was indignant not with the threats, but with the suspicion.  She swore that she had never for one instant thought of a young man, much less spoken to or made appointments with a young man; and that she had broken the house-rule simply because she found it almost impossible to keep it.  She had always loved wandering about under the trees:  she used to go there all alone as a baby, and she thought it unreasonable that she might not go there alone as a grown-up person.

Norah’s indignant tone suggested complete innocence, and Mavis felt relieved in mind, but yet not quite sure whether the girl was really telling the truth.

She indirectly returned to the charge on the following Sunday, when Norah was about to start for her afternoon out.

“Norah, I want a word with you.”

The girl came back along the flagged path to the kitchen door.

“It’s just this, Norah.  You’ll please to remember what I’ve told you, and act accordingly.”

Norah turned her head and answered over her shoulder, rather sullenly, as Mavis thought.

“All right.  I remember.”

“Don’t answer me like that,” said Mavis sharply.  “And please to remember your manners, and look at people when you speak to them.”

“All right,” said Norah again, and, as Mavis judged, very sullenly this time.

“Look you here, young lady,” she said, with increasing warmth.  “I’m not going to stand any of your nonsense—­and of that I give you fair warning.  Now you just answer me in a seemly manner and tell me exactly where you are going this afternoon, or I’ll send you straight back into the house to take off your finery and not go out at all.”