“Father!” says Penelope, quite seriously, “there’s only one explanation of it.  Rosanna has fallen in love with Mr. Franklin Blake at first sight!”

You have heard of beautiful young ladies falling in love at first sight, and have thought it natural enough.  But a housemaid out of a reformatory, with a plain face and a deformed shoulder, falling in love, at first sight, with a gentleman who comes on a visit to her mistress’s house, match me that, in the way of an absurdity, out of any story-book in Christendom, if you can!  I laughed till the tears rolled down my cheeks.  Penelope resented my merriment, in rather a strange way.  “I never knew you cruel before, father,” she said, very gently, and went out.

My girl’s words fell upon me like a splash of cold water.  I was savage with myself, for feeling uneasy in myself the moment she had spoken them—­but so it was.  We will change the subject, if you please.  I am sorry I drifted into writing about it; and not without reason, as you will see when we have gone on together a little longer.

The evening came, and the dressing-bell for dinner rang, before Mr. Franklin returned from Frizinghall.  I took his hot water up to his room myself, expecting to hear, after this extraordinary delay, that something had happened.  To my great disappointment (and no doubt to yours also), nothing had happened.  He had not met with the Indians, either going or returning.  He had deposited the Moonstone in the bank—­describing it merely as a valuable of great price—­and he had got the receipt for it safe in his pocket.  I went down-stairs, feeling that this was rather a flat ending, after all our excitement about the Diamond earlier in the day.

How the meeting between Mr. Franklin and his aunt and cousin went off, is more than I can tell you.

I would have given something to have waited at table that day.  But, in my position in the household, waiting at dinner (except on high family festivals) was letting down my dignity in the eyes of the other servants—­a thing which my lady considered me quite prone enough to do already, without seeking occasions for it.  The news brought to me from the upper regions, that evening, came from Penelope and the footman.  Penelope mentioned that she had never known Miss Rachel so particular about the dressing of her hair, and had never seen her look so bright and pretty as she did when she went down to meet Mr. Franklin in the drawing-room.  The footman’s report was, that the preservation of a respectful composure in the presence of his betters, and the waiting on Mr. Franklin Blake at dinner, were two of the hardest things to reconcile with each other that had ever tried his training in service.  Later in the evening, we heard them singing and playing duets, Mr. Franklin piping high, Miss Rachel piping higher, and my lady, on the piano, following them as it were over hedge and ditch, and seeing them safe through it in a manner