should boil over. Her face was almost buried in the saucepan, or Mr.
Elster might have seen the sudden change that came over it; the thin
cheeks that had flushed crimson, and now were deadly white. Lifting the
saucepan on to the hob, she turned to Mr. Elster.

"Don't you believe any such nonsense, sir," she said, in tones of strange
emphasis. "It was no more Pike than it was me. The man keeps himself to
himself, and troubles nobody; and for that very reason idle folk carp at
him, like the mischief-making idiots they are!"

"I thought there was nothing in it," remarked Mr. Elster.

"I'm _sure_ there isn't," said Mirrable, conclusively. "Would you like
some broiled ham, sir?"

"I should like anything good and substantial, for I'm as hungry as
a hunter. But, Mirrable, you don't ask what has brought me here so
suddenly."

The tone was significant, and Mirrable looked at him. There was a spice
of mischief in his laughing blue eyes.

"I come on a mission to you; an avant-courier from his lordship, to
charge you to have all things in readiness. To-morrow you will receive
a houseful of company; more than Hartledon will hold."

Mirrable looked aghast. "It is one of your jokes, Mr. Val!"

"Indeed, it is the truth. My brother will be down with a trainful; and
desires that everything shall be ready for their reception."