disturbance which Jenny (Mr. Gibson’s cook) chose to make at Bethia’s being dismissed.  Bethia was a distant relation and protegee of Jenny’s, and she chose to say it was Mr. Coxe the tempter who ought to have ‘been sent packing,’ not Bethia the tempted, the victim.  In this view there was quite enough plausibility to make Mr. Gibson feel that he had been rather unjust.  He had, however, taken care to provide Bethia with another situation, to the full as good as that which she held in his family.  Jenny, nevertheless, chose to give warning; and though Mr. Gibson knew full well from former experience that her warnings were words, not deeds, he hated the discomfort, the uncertainty,—­the entire disagreeableness of meeting a woman at any time in his house, who wore a grievance and an injury upon her face as legibly as Jenny took care to do.

Down into the middle of this small domestic trouble came another, and one of greater consequence.  Miss Eyre had gone with her old mother, and her orphan nephews and nieces, to the sea-side, during Molly’s absence, which was only intended at first to last for a fortnight.  After about ten days of this time had elapsed, Mr. Gibson received a beautifully written, beautifully worded, admirably folded, and most neatly sealed letter from Miss Eyre.  Her eldest nephew had fallen ill of scarlet fever, and there was every probability that the younger children would be attacked by the same complaint.  It was distressing enough for poor Miss Eyre—­this additional expense, this anxiety—­the long detention from home which the illness involved.  But she said not a word of any inconvenience to herself; she only apologized with humble sincerity for her inability to return at the appointed time to her charge in Mr Gibson’s family; meekly adding, that perhaps it was as well, for Molly had never had the scarlet fever, and even if Miss Eyre had been able to leave the orphan children to return to her employments, it might not have been a safe or a prudent step.

‘To be sure not,’ said Mr. Gibson, tearing the letter in two, and throwing it into the hearth, where he soon saw it burnt to ashes.  ’I wish I’d a five-pound house and not a woman within ten miles of me.  I might have some peace then.’  Apparently, he forgot Mr. Coxe’s powers of making mischief; but indeed he might have traced that evil back to unconscious Molly.  The martyr-cook’s entrance to take away the breakfast things, which she announced by a heavy sigh, roused Mr Gibson from thought to action.

‘Molly must stay a little longer at Hamley,’ he resolved.  ’They’ve often asked for her, and now they’ll have enough of her, I think.  But I can’t have her back here just yet; and so the best I can do for her is to leave her where she is.  Mrs. Hamley seems very fond of her, and the child is looking happy, and stronger in health.  I’ll ride round by Hamley to-day at any rate, and see how the land lies.’

He found Mrs. Hamley lying on a sofa placed under the shadow of the great cedar-tree on the lawn.  Molly was flitting about her, gardening away under her directions; tying up the long sea-green stalks of bright budded carnations, snipping off dead roses.