“Perfectly agreeable, Mr. Ring.”

The gentleman bowed politely and retired.

Now Mrs. Darlington did not feel very comfortable when she reflected on what she had done.  The rooms in the second story were positively engaged to Mr. Scragg, and now one of them was as positively engaged to Mr. Ring.  The face of Mr. Scragg she remembered very well.  It was a hard, sinister face, just such a one as we rarely forget because of the disagreeable impression it makes.  As it came up distinctly before the eyes of her mind, she was oppressed with a sense of coming trouble.  Nor did she feel altogether satisfied with what she had done—­satisfied in her own conscience.

On the next morning, Mr. and Mrs. Ring came and took possession of the room previously engaged to Mr. Scragg.  They were pleasant people, and made a good first impression.

As day after day glided past, Mrs. Darlington felt more and more uneasy about Mr. Scragg, with whom, she had a decided presentiment, there would be trouble.  Had she known where to find him, she would have sent him a note, saying that she had changed her mind about the rooms, and could not let him have them.  But she was ignorant of his address; and the only thing left for her was to wait until he came on Monday, and then get over the difficulty in the best way possible.  She and Edith had talked over the matter frequently, and had come to the determination to offer Mr. Scragg the two chambers in the third story for fourteen dollars.

On Monday morning, Mrs. Darlington was nervous.  This was the day on which Mr. Scragg and family were to arrive, and she felt that there would be trouble.

Mr. Ring, and the other gentlemen boarders, left soon after breakfast.  About ten o’clock, the door-bell rang.  Mrs. Darlington was in her room at the time changing her dress.  Thinking that this might be the announcement of Mr. Scragg’s arrival, she hurried through her dressing in order to get down to the parlour as quickly as possible to meet him and the difficulty that was to be encountered; but before she was in a condition to be seen, she heard a man’s voice on the stairs, saying—­

“Walk up, my dear.  The rooms on the second floor are ours.”

Then came the noise of many feet in the passage, and the din of children’s voices.  Mr. Scragg and his family had arrived.

Mrs. Ring was sitting with the morning paper in her hand, when her door was flung widely open, and a strange man stepped boldly in, saying, as he did so, to the lady who followed him—­

“This is one of the chambers.”

Mrs. Ring arose, bowed, and looked at the intruders with surprise and embarrassment.  Just then, four rude children bounded into the room, spreading themselves around it, and making themselves perfectly at home.

“There is some mistake, I presume,” said Mrs. Scragg, on perceiving a lady in the room, whose manner said plainly enough that they were out of their place.