“I have no objection, madam.”

“You are pursuing a very unwise course in alienating your wealthiest patrons.”

“I have no patrons, madam,” said Mr. Stone, proudly.  “I return faithful service for the moderate wages I receive, and the obligation, if there is any, is on the part of those whose children I instruct.”

“Really,” thought Mrs. Preston, “this man is very independent for a poor teacher.”

She resolved upon another shot, not in the best of taste.

“You must not be surprised, Mr. Stone,” she said, “if the school trustees refuse to employ you again.”

“You mistake me utterly,” said the teacher, with dignity, “if you suppose that any such threat or consideration will make me swerve from my duty.  However, though I did not propose to mention it, I will state that this is the last term I shall teach in this village.  I have been engaged at double the salary in a neighboring city.”

Mrs. Preston was disappointed to hear this.  It was certainly vexatious that the man who had treated her son with so little consideration, who had actually taken the part of a working boy against him, should be promoted to a better situation.  She had thought to make him feel that he was in her power, but she now saw that her anticipations were not to be realized.

As she did not speak, Mr. Stone considered the interview closed, and rose.

“Good-evening, Mrs. Preston,” he said.

“Good-evening, sir,” she responded, coldly.

He bowed and withdrew.

When Godfrey, who was not far off, though he had not thought it best to play the part of eavesdropper again, heard the door close, he hurried into the room.

“Well, mother, what did he say?” he inquired, eagerly.

“He obstinately refused to make any reparation to you.”

“Did you tell him what you thought of his treatment of me?” said Godfrey, rather surprised that his mother’s remonstrance had produced no greater effect.

“Yes, I expressed my opinion very plainly.  I must say that he’s a very impudent man.  The idea of a poor teacher putting on such airs!” continued Mrs. Preston, tossing her head.

“What did he say?”

“That that Irish boy was superior to you.”

“I’d like to knock him over,” said Godfrey, wrathfully.

Mrs. Preston was a lady, and it is not to be supposed that she should join in her son’s wish.  Still, it did not occur to her that she should mourn very much if Mr. Stone met with a reverse.  She would like to see his pride humbled, not reflecting that her own was greater and less justifiable.

“You ought to have told him that he would lose his school,” said Godfrey.  “That would have frightened him, for he is a poor man, and depends on the money he gets for teaching.”

“He is not going to teach here after this term.”

“Good!  Did he tell you that?”

“Yes.”