There could be no mistake about that. It was a command from the President, imperative, urgent. He sank into the chair again, and his head fell on his folded arms on the table. His lips were moving, but there was no sound. At last he was conscious of a light tapping on the window. He was surprised to find that it was dark. He crossed the room to find Rosanna outside with a tray. "Shure, an' Oi troied both dures, an' not a sound did Oi git.'Tis long phast yer tay toime, an' not a pick have ye et--nayther wan av yez. The ould nayger's done fed the baby an' put her t' bed. Shure, an' she's a-galavantin' 'round here thryin' the dures an' windeys, flourishin' the fut ay a bunnie, be jabbers! She says 'tis what yez wants fer yer health; but, sez Oi, _viddles_ is what they wants, sez Oi--an' here they be." Griffith opened the door. "Is it wan av the young maisthers kilt, shure?" she whispered, as she put the tray down. Griffith shook his head. "Well, thanks be t' Almoighty God an' all the blished saints! Oi feared me it was the young maisther--an' shure an' ye'd go fur and not foind the loikes ay _him_ agin. He looked just simply ghrand in his ossifer's uni_forum_. Yez moight say ghrand! Shure an' nobody else could match up wid 'im! He looked that rehspectable! An' the schape av 'im!" She threw up her hands and admired the absent Beverly. "The schape av 'im! Yez moight say! He shurely do become them soger close! Now, can't yez ate the rear av thim berries? dear? They're simply ghrand, they're shplendid!" Katherine seemed to be sleeping, and Griffith soon pushed the tray aside. Rosanna took it up. Then she leaned forward. "Shure, an' that ould nayger's awful rehspectable; ye can see that by the lukes ay her; but she's thet foolish with her ould ded bunnie fut thet she makes me craipy in me shpine." She glanced about her before venturing out, and then made a sudden dash for the kitchen. CHAPTER XV. _"The depths and shoals of honor."_ Shakespeare.