"I have been weak," she whispered to her Inner Woman, and that truthful monitor replied: "_To be weak is to be wicked._" "I have resigned my just rights and my just anger." "_And so have encouraged others to be unjust and unkind, and to sin against you._" "And I have gained nothing by my cowardly self-sacrifice." "_Nothing but humiliation and suffering, which you deserve._" "What can I do?" "_Retrace your first wrong step, in order to take your first right step._" Ere this mental catechism was finished, Ducie entered the rooms with her arms full of clean linen, and Theodora said: "I see you have got the linen, Ducie. Make up my bed first." "Got it! Yes, ma'am, after a fight for it. The chambermaid was willing enough, but madame held the keys, and madame said the beds had been changed four days ago, and she would not have them changed but once a week. I refused to go away, and the girl went back to her, and was ordered to leave the room. Then I went, and told her that whether she was willing or unwilling I had to have clean linen, as the beds had been stripped, and Mr. Campbell wanted to go to sleep, and Mrs. Campbell had a headache. Then she flew into a passion, and I do not think I durst have stayed in her presence longer, but Mr. Campbell was heard coming, so she flung the keys to one of the young ladies, and told her to 'see to it.' Then I had a fresh fight for pillow-cases, and covers for the dressing tables, and I was told to remember that I would get no more linen for a week. 'Fresh linen once a week is the rule in this house,' the young lady said, 'and no rules will be broken for Mrs. Robert. You can tell her Miss Campbell said so.'" "Well, Ducie, we must look out for ourselves. I will buy linen to-morrow, and then we can change every day in the week, if we want to." Robert had been requested not to stay long, but his interview with his mother proved to be both long and stormy. The old lady had felt the irritation of the dinner table, and though she herself was wholly to blame for its quarrelsome atmosphere, she was not influenced by a truth she chose to ignore. Ever since dinner she had been talking to her daughters of Theodora, and her smouldering dislike was now a flaming one. The application for clean linen had made her furious, and she was scolding about it when Robert entered the room. But he knew before he opened the door of his mother's parlor what he had to meet, and the dormant demon of his own temper roused itself for the encounter. He went into her presence with a face like a thundercloud, and asked angrily: "Why did you let any one--I say any one--into my rooms, mother? I think their occupancy without my permission a scandalous piece of business." "Keep your temper, Robert Campbell, for your wife. She will need it, I warrant." "Answer my question, if you please!" "Well, then, if it is scandalous to entertain your kindred, it would have been much more scandalous to have turned them out of the house."