"Lack-a-daisy, what a fuss you make o'er a bit of pain! Well, I must be away--I've to go to Cranbrook of an errand for Mother; she lacks a sarcenet coif. If I can scrimp enough money out of this, I'll have some carnation ribbon to guard my hat--see if I don't!" "Oh, Friswith! It isn't your money, 'tis Aunt Tabitha's." "I'll have it, though; I hate to go shabby. And I can tell you, I met Beatrice Pardue last night, with a fresh ribbon on hers. I'll not have her finer than me. She's stuck-up enough without it. You look out on Sunday as I go by the window, and see if my hat isn't new guarded with carnation. I'll get round Mother somehow; and if she do give me a whipping, I'm not so soft as you. Good-morrow!" "Friswith, don't!" Friswith only laughed as she closed the door on Christabel, and ran off lightly down the Cranbrook road. CHAPTER THREE. THE COMFORTABLE JUSTICE. Mr Justice Roberts sat in his dining-room after supper, with a tankard of ale at his elbow. Had the "pernicious weed" been discovered at that date, he would probably also have had a pipe in his hand; but tobacco being yet a calamity of the future, the Justice was not smoking. He was, however, very comfortable. He sat in a big leather chair, which rested his portly figure; he had just had a good supper, consisting of a partridge pie and a dish of juicy pears; he had sold a horse that morning at considerable profit; his mind was as easy as his body. There was only one thing the occurrence of which Mr Roberts would have thought it worth his while to deprecate at that moment. This was, anybody coming to bother him. The worthy Justice did not like to be bothered. A good many people are of the same opinion. He had that evening but one enemy in the world, and that was the man who should next rap at his house door. "Rap-a-tap-tap-tap!" "Go to Jericho!" said the Justice to the unseen individual who was thus about to disturb his rest. "I want none of you. Why on earth can't you let a man alone?--What is it, Martha?" "Please you, Master, 'tis Master Benden would have a word with you." "What can the companion want?" mildly growled the Justice. "Well! let him in, and bring another tankard. Good evening, Master Benden. A fine autumn eve, trow." Mr Benden's face said that he had come to talk about something of more moment than autumn evenings. He sat down opposite the Justice, buttoned his long gown up to the neck, as if to gird himself for action, and cleared his throat with an air of importance. "Master Roberts, I am come on a grave matter and a sad." "Can't deal with grave matters after supper," said the Justice. "Come again in the morning. Take a pear." "Sir, this is a serious business." "Business hours are over. I never do business out of hours." "To-night, Master Roberts, and to-night only, shall serve for this business."