Mrs. Higgins was paying a visit to Coburg Lodge, where, during the days of confusion, the master of the house had been left at his servants’ mercy.  On her return, late in the evening, she entered flurried and perspiring, and asked the servant who admitted her where Mrs. Mumford was.

’With master, in the library, ‘m.’

‘Tell her I wish to speak to her at once.’

Emmeline came forth, and a lamp was lighted in the dining-room, for the drawing-room had not yet been restored to a habitable condition.  Silent, and wondering in gloomy resignation what new annoyance was prepared for her, Emmeline sat with eyes averted, whilst the stout woman mopped her face and talked disconnectedly of the hardships of travelling in such weather as this; when at length she reached her point, Mrs. Higgins became lucid and emphatic.

’I’ve heard things as have made me that angry I can hardly bear myself.  Would you believe that people are trying to take away my daughter’s character?  It’s Cissy ’Iggins’s doing:  I’m sure of it, though I haven’t brought it ’ome to her yet.  I dropped in to see some friends of ours—­I shouldn’t wonder if you know the name; it’s Mrs. Jolliffe, a niece of Mr. Baxter—­Baxter, Lukin and Co., you know.  And she told me in confidence what people are saying—­as how Louise was to marry Mr. Bowling, but he broke it off when he found the sort of people she was living with, here at Sutton—­and a great many more things as I shouldn’t like to tell you.  Now what do you think of—­’

Emmeline, her eyes flashing, broke in angrily: 

’I think nothing at all about it, Mrs. Higgins, and I had very much rather not hear the talk of such people.’

’I don’t wonder it aggravates you, Mrs. Mumford.  Did anyone ever hear such a scandal!  I’m sure nobody that knows you could say a word against your respectability, and, as I told Mrs. Jolliffe, she’s quite at liberty to call here to-morrow or the next day—­’

‘Not to see me, I hope,’ said Emmeline.  ‘I must refuse—­’

‘Now just let me tell you what I’ve thought,’ pursued the stout lady, hardly aware of this interruption.  ’This’ll have to be set right, both for Lou’s sake and for yours, and to satisfy us all.  They’re making a mystery, d’you see, of Lou leaving ’ome and going off to live with strangers; and Cissy’s been doing her best to make people think there’s something wrong—­the spiteful creature!  And there’s only one way of setting it right.  As soon as Lou can be dressed and got down, and when the drawing-room’s finished, I want her to ask all our friends here to five o’clock tea, just to let them see with their own eyes—­’

‘Mrs. Higgins!’

’Of course there’ll be no expense for you, Mrs. Mumford—­not a farthing.  I’ll provide everything, and all I ask of you is just to sit in your own drawing-room—­’

’Mrs. Higgins, be so kind as to listen to me.  This is quite impossible.  I can’t dream of allowing any such thing.’