Poor Suzette was rather in despair about these children--not because they were unhappy. On the whole they had not been very unhappy. Their mother's humours, if alarming, were also the cause of much excitement. Their father's plight, if sorrowful, was by no means wanting in the comic aspect. The suspense in which they waited to see how long Lady Harriet would stand it had a distinct spice of pleasure in it. But the pity of it all! Suzette's training, no less than her fidelity to Lady Harriet, inclined her to lay far the heavier blame on Tom Courtland. But she did have a notion that Lady Harriet must be very trying--and the more she listened to the children the more that idea grew. And, between them, the mother and the father were responsible for such a childhood as this. The children were not bad girls, she thought, but they were in danger of being coarsened and demoralised; they were learning to laugh where they had better have cried. It was Suzette's way to be rather easily shocked, and she was very much shocked at this. They were just starting for their afternoon walk, when John Fanshaw arrived and found them all in the hall. He was an old friend--Vera's godfather--and was warmly welcomed. John was very cheery to-day; he joked with the children, and paid Suzette Bligh a compliment. Then Vera wanted to know why he had called: "Because papa's not at home, you know." "Never mind that, puss. I've come to see your mamma." "You've come to see mamma!" exclaimed Lucy. Glances were exchanged between the three--humorous excited glances; admiring amused eyes turned to John Fanshaw. Here was the man who was going to enter the lion's den. "Shall we start, dears?" suggested Suzette Bligh apprehensively. No notice was taken. Sophy gave John a direct and friendly warning. "You'd better look out, you know," she said; "mamma's just furious because papa's not come back." "But it's not my fault, pussie," said John. "She can't put me in the corner for it." "Well, if you happen to be there----" began Lucy, with an air of experience. "We must really start, Lucy dear," urged Suzette. "What have you come to see mamma about?" asked Vera shrilly. "To find out how to keep little girls in order," answered John, facetiously rebuking curiosity. "I expect you've come about papa," observed Vera, with disconcerting calmness and an obvious contempt for his joke. "I'm going to start, anyhow," declared poor Suzette. "Come along, dears, do!" "Well, if there's a great row, Garrett'll hear some of it and tell us," said Sophy, consoling herself and her sisters as they reluctantly walked away from the centre of interest.