quailed before the storm she had raised; then black eyes met blue,
with defiant scorn.

"Not all the soap-boiler's daughters in London or England shall send
me from Catheron Royals! Not all the Miss Dobbs that ever bore that
distinguished appellation shall drive me forth. _You_ may go to-morrow
if you will. I shall not."

She swept from the room, with eyes that blazed, and voice that rang.
And Jane Pool, the nurse, thinking she had heard a little too much,
softly opened an opposite door and stole out.

"Good Lor'!" she thought, "_here_ be a pretty flare up! Ain't Miss
Inez just got a temper though. I wouldn't stand in my lady's shoes,
and her a-hating me so; no, not for all her money. I'll go down and
get my supper, and call for Master Baby by and by."

Mrs. Pool descended to the servants' hall, to narrate, of course in
confidence, to her most particular friends, the scene she had just
overheard. There was Welsh rabbits for supper--nurse was particularly
fond of Welsh rabbits--and in discussing it and Miss Inez's awful
temper half an hour slipped away. Then she arose again to see after
her charge.

"Which he should have been undressed and tucked away for the night
half an hour ago, bless him," she remarked; "but I could not make up
my mind to face my lady after _that_ row. Poor thing! It does seem
hard now she can't be mistress in her own 'ouse. It's a pity Sir
Victor can't turn Turk and marry 'em both, since he can't abear to
part with neither."