How chatty and social he was, trying to cheer Maddy up and make her forget that such a thing as death had so lately found entrance there; talking of Jessie, of Aikenside, of the pleasant little time they would have during the vacation, and of the next term at school, when Maddy, as one of the graduating class, would not be kept in as strictly as heretofore, but allowed to see more of the city. Maddy felt as if she should die for the pain tugging at her heart, while she listened to him and knew that the pictures he was drawing were not for her. Her place was there; and after the breakfast was over and Flora had cleared the dishes away, she shut the door, so that they might be alone, and then standing before Guy, she told him of her resolution, begging of him to help her and not make it harder to bear by devising means for her to escape what she felt to be an imperative duty. Guy had expected something like this and was prepared, as he thought, to combat all her arguments; so when she had finished, he replied that of course he did not wish to interfere with her duty, but there might be a question as to what really was her duty, and it seemed to him he was better able to judge of that than herself. It was not right for her to bury herself there while her education was unfinished, when another could do as well. Her superior talents were given to her to improve, and how could she improve them in Honedale; besides her grandfather did not expect her to stay. Guy had talked with him while she was asleep, and the matter was all arranged; a competent woman was to be hired to take charge of the domestic arrangements, and if it seemed desirable, two should be procured; anything to leave Maddy free. “And grandpa consented to this willingly?” Maddy said, feeling a throb of pleasure at thoughts of release. But Guy could not answer that the grandfather consented willingly. “He thinks it best. When he comes back you can ask him yourself,” he said, just as Uncle Joseph, opening the door, brought their interview to a close by asking very meekly, “if it would please the Lord Governor to let him spit!” The blood rushed at once to Maddy’s face, and she not repress a smile, white Guy laughed aloud, saying to her softly: “For your sake, I tried my skill to stop what I knew must annoy you. Pardon me if I did wrong;” then turning to Uncle Joseph, he gave the desired permission, together with the promise of a handsome spittoon, which should be sent down on the morrow. With a bow Uncle Joseph turned away, muttering to himself, “High doings now Martha’s gone; but new lords, new laws. I trust he’s not going to live here;” and slyly he asked Flora if the Lord Governor had brought his things! At this point Grandpa Markham came in, and to him Guy appealed at once to know if he were not willing for Maddy to return to school.