have been sent up to you."

"Yes, yes, of course I know that, Susan. But I thought that perhaps
it might have been insufficiently addressed or something--that you
or Mary might have thought that it was for Mrs. Harrington."

"She don't use floss silks," replied the imperturbable Susan.

"I was just going to ask her about it, when she was called away by
some one. I think she said that it was her lawyer."

"Yes, Mr. Pawson."

Susan's manner implied--very subtly and gently--that her place in
this pleasant house was more assured than that of Mrs. Ingham-Baker,
and perhaps that stout diplomatist awoke to this implication, for
she pulled herself up with considerable dignity.

"I hope that nothing is wrong," she said, in a tone that was
intended to disclaim all intention of discussing such matters with a
menial. "I should be sorry if Mrs. Harrington was drawn into any
legal difficulty; the law is so complicated."

Susan was engaged in looking for a speck of dust on the mantelpiece,
not for its own intrinsic value, but for the sake of Mary's future.
She had apparently no observation of value to offer upon the vexed
subject of the law.

"I was rather afraid," pursued Mrs. Ingham-Baker gravely, "that Mrs.
Harrington might be unduly incensed against that poor boy, Luke