"Ellen!" said the woman, in a harsh voice, which seemed to grate through the room, and then unresistingly a prisoner, for the sake of Richard Pellet's prosperity, she followed her gaoler from the room, Richard Pellet waiting with knitted brows till the woman came back. A long and somewhat angry conversation ensued, in which Richard Pellet tried very hard to make out whether the woman he had employed for so many years as his wife's attendant was in earnest concerning the written desire to give up the charge, or whether it was merely a bit of business-fencing to obtain a higher rate of payment. He left at last, boasting of the ease with which he could make fresh arrangements for "Ellen Herrisey's" reception. "But I will not take any further steps till I hear from you again," he said, while the woman watched him as he left the room with a strange meaning smile. "Another twenty pounds a year will do it," said Richard, as he walked away. "He won't let her give up the money." "You're like the ostrich we read about," muttered the woman, as she watched her visitor down the street. "Do you think I don't know you're married again, you brute? Ellen Herrisey, indeed! It shall be fifty pounds a year more, or I'll know the reason why!" Volume 1, Chapter XX. STARTLING. Mr Richard Pellet was back at Norwood Station at about the same time as his stepson reached the terminus at Shoreditch, where he caught the express, and ran back to Cambridge, to find a letter which made considerable alterations in his arrangements, of which more after a while. As for Richard Pellet, he had all the cares upon him that night of a great dinner-party, for Mrs Richard, in happy ignorance of all that might work to her mortification, had, in obedience to Richard's commands, issued her cards to a select circle of city magnates, of course including their wives and daughters--men who matched well with Richard Pellet, some of them worth a plum--golden drop, no doubt.