“Shure, it’s the madam!” said Jane, shrugging her shoulders. “I expect she’s in a temper;” and she rose from her knees and hurried downstairs. CHAPTER V. CARL’S STEPMOTHER. Five minutes later, as Gilbert was closing the trunk, Jane reappeared. “The doctor and Mrs. Crawford would like to see you downstairs,” she said. Gilbert followed Jane into the library, where Dr. Crawford and his wife were seated. He looked with interest at the woman who had made home so disagreeable to Carl, and was instantly prejudiced against her. She was light complexioned, with very light-brown hair, cold, gray eyes, and a disagreeable expression which seemed natural to her. “My dear,” said the doctor, “this is the young man who has come from Carl.” Mrs. Crawford surveyed Gilbert with an expression by no means friendly. “What is your name?” she asked. “Gilbert Vance.” “Did Carl Crawford send you here?” “No; I volunteered to come.” “Did he tell you that he was disobedient and disrespectful to me?” “No; he told me that you treated him so badly that he was unwilling to live in the same house with you,” answered Gilbert, boldly. “Well, upon my word!” exclaimed Mrs. Crawford, fanning herself vigorously. “Dr. Crawford, did you hear that?” “Yes.” “And what do you think of it?” “Well, I think you may have been too hard upon Carl.” “Too hard? Why, then, did he not treat me respectfully? This boy seems inclined to be impertinent.” “I answered your questions, madam,” said Gilbert, coldly. “I suppose you side with your friend Carl?” “I certainly do.” Mrs. Crawford bit her lip. “What is the object of your coming? Does Carl wish to return?” “I thought Dr. Crawford might have told you.” “Carl wants his clothes sent to him,” said the doctor. “He only carried a few with him.” “I shall not consent to it. He deserves no favors at our hands.” This was too much even for Dr. Crawford. “You go too far, Mrs. Crawford,” he said. “I am sensible of the boy’s faults, but I certainly will not allow his clothes to be withheld from him.” “Oh, well! spoil him if you choose!” said the lady, sullenly. “Take his part against your wife!” “I have never done that, but I will not allow him to be defrauded of his clothes.” “I have no more to say,” said Mrs. Crawford, her eyes snapping. She was clearly mortified at her failure to carry her point. “Do you wish the trunk to be sent to your house?” asked the doctor. “Yes, sir; I have packed the clothes and locked the trunk.” “I should like to examine it before it goes,” put in Mrs. Crawford, spitefully. “Why?” “To make sure that nothing has been put in that does not belong to Carl.” “Do you mean to accuse me of stealing, madam?” demanded Gilbert, indignantly. Mrs. Crawford tossed her head. “I don’t know anything about you,” she replied. “Dr. Crawford, am I to open the trunk?” asked Gilbert. “No,” answered the doctor, with unwonted decision.