"N-no; I can't say I ever did," replied Mrs. Jupp; "but then, I have never been to the house." "What does that matter?" asked the old lady, rather illogically; "no one ever did. No one ever saw her do a stroke of servant's work in the house: mend clothes, wash linen, darn stockings, make beds. Dear heart alive! she's no servant." "What is she then?" asked Mrs. Jupp eagerly. "A poor relation!" hissed Mrs. Powler, bending over the table; "a poor relation, my dear, of either his or hers, with something about her that prevents them shaking her off, and obliges them to keep her quiet." "Do you think so--_really_ think so?" "I'm sure of it, my dear--certain sure." "Lord, I remember," said Mrs. Jupp, with a sudden affectation of a mincing manner, and a lofty carriage of her head; "I remember once seeing something of the sort at the play-house: but then the poor relation was a man, a man who always went about in a large cloak, and appeared in places where he was least expected and most unwelcome. It was in Covent Garden Theatre." "Covent Garden Theatre," said Jupp, suddenly waking up. "I remember, in the saloon----" "Mr. Jupp, reck'lect where you are, _if_ you please, and spare the company your reminiscences." Here Mr. Hallibut, who, finding himself bored by the conversation about people of whom he knew nothing, had quietly betaken himself to drink, and had got through three tumblers of brandy-and-water unobserved, remarked that, as he had a long drive before him, he thought it was time for him to go; and, after making his adieux, departed to find the ostler at The Hoy, who had his rough old pony in charge. Mrs. Jupp put on her bonnet, and after a word of promise to look in next morning and hear the remainder of her hostess's suspicions about Mrs. Stothard, roused up Mr. Jupp, who, balancing himself on frail and trembling legs, which he still believed to be endangered by the proximity of his mill's machinery, staggered out into the open air, where he was bid to reck'lect himself _if_ he pleased, and to walk steadily, so that the coastguard then passing might not see he was drunk. CHAPTER II. A VISITOR EXPECTED.