“But really and truly”—­said Miss Harriet “and you know I only speak to you for your own good, for you pay your board here, and if you didn’t you’d be just as welcome—­do you intend to keep away from your own house as long as that lady chooses to stay there?”

“Exactly so long,” answered the old lady.  “I shall not keep them out of my house if they choose to come to it.  No member of my family ever did that.  There is the house, and they are free to enter it, but they shall not find me there.  If there was any reason to believe that everything was dropped and done with, I would be as glad to see him as anybody could be, but I knew from his letter just what he was going to say when he came, and as things have turned out, I see that it was all worse than I expected.  He and Roberta March were both coming, and they thought that together they could talk me down, and make me forgive and be happy, and all that stuff.  But as I wasn’t there, of course he wouldn’t stay, and so there she is now by herself.  She thinks I must come home after a while, and the minute I do that, back he’ll come, and then they’ll have just what they wanted.  But I reckon she’ll find that I can stick it out just as long as she can.  If Roberta March turns things upside down there, it’ll be because she can’t keep her hands out of mischief, and that proves that she belongs to her own family.  If there’s any harm done, it don’t matter so much to me, and it will be worse for him in the end.  And now, Harriet Corvey, if you’ve got to make up the mail to go away early in the morning, you’d better have supper over and get about it.”

Meanwhile, at Mrs Keswick’s house Mrs Null was acting just as conscientiously as she knew how.  She had had some conversations with Freddy on the subject, and she had assured him, and at the same time herself, that what she was doing was the only thing that could be done.  “It was dreadfully hard for me to get the money to come down here,” she said to him,—­“you not helping me a bit, as ordinary husbands do—­and I can’t afford to go back until I have accomplished something.  It’s very strange that she stays away so long, without telling anybody where she has gone to, but I know she is queer, and I suppose she has her own reasons for what she does.  She can’t be staying away on my account, for she doesn’t know who I am, and wouldn’t have any objections to me if she did know.  I suspect it is something about Junius which keeps her away, and I suppose she thinks he is still here.  But one of them must soon come back, and if I can see him, or find out from her where he is, it will be all right.  It seems to me, Freddy, that if I could have a good talk with Junius things would begin to look better for you and me.  And then I want to put him on his guard about this gentleman who is looking for him.  By the way, I suppose I ought to write a letter to Mr Croft, or he’ll think I have given up the job, and will set somebody else on the track, and