"Then you can look out for another job. I shall tell Hunter I have dismissed you for gross impertinence. That's all I have to say. You may go now." "Thank you," she said. "But I haven't finished yet. I want to know what is going to be done about the furniture." "I have nothing more to say to you." "You must tell Miss Sophy, and she will consult me. So I may as well hear your decision at once." "I shall have a sale," replied Percy. "My aunt can buy new furniture when she gets to Drivelford. After all, it's not so very much more expensive than moving it." "You will do nothing of the kind," said Nellie. Again Percy was tempted to say something rude; and again he yielded. Then an explanation flashed across his mind and he began to laugh. "I see what it is! My aunt has promised to leave you as much as she can--" "Then why should I object to her buying the furniture?" "All I know is you won't get it. I shall visit the nearest auctioneer tomorrow--" "It's time we changed the subject. I believe this is your property," interrupted Nellie, holding out the packet wrapped in paper. "Do you think it fair to ask Miss Sophy to pay for the furniture twice over, when you have just come into two thousand pounds?" she added. "Who told you that?" cried Percy, snatching the packet and tearing off the covering. "My pocketbook! You stole it from my room. You have been through my letters. You are the most unscrupulous young woman!" "We had better not talk about stealing. Perhaps you remember sitting in the garden with Miss Lee yesterday evening. You did not come in until dark, and you were so much engaged in discussing your plans that you forgot to bring in the chairs. You also forgot your pocketbook. Kezia found it and gave it to me. Now I return it." "After turning it inside out," he muttered, dropping the lion's hide and assuming the calfskin. "I have not even opened it," she replied. "Then how do you know I have come into two thousand pounds?" "A gentleman called Crampy told me." "Crampy! He couldn't tell you--he wouldn't!" "It must have been one of the parrots then," said Nellie gleefully. "Let me tell you a story! Once upon a time there was an idle gentleman who had made up his mind never to work for his living, because he owned a pair of Chinese vases which were supposed to be priceless. This gentleman had a cousin, who knew the vases were exceedingly valuable, and, as he was a bad man, in fact a terribly unscrupulous man," said Nellie, opening her eyes widely. "Here, I say! You stop that!" bellowed Percy.