"The fact remains," continued Mrs Maybury, with energy, "that he was taken to a police-station, was fined, was reprimanded by the magistrate. A nice sort of man to have in one’s house contaminating the children! Frank has taken a fancy to him already; the next thing will be _Frank_ fighting policemen----" "Don’t talk such nonsense, my dear," said Mr Maybury. "Medical students," he added, "often get into trouble. Nobody cares much if they do; they are regarded as privileged madcaps. Dr Mortimer is a very young man--still a student at heart. I must say I like what I’ve seen of him very much, and am not surprised at Frank’s taking a fancy to him." "Do you want your son to be sent to a reformatory, as Miss Bird suggested?" inquired Mrs May bury. "He won’t be," her spouse assured her; "Frank has no vices; he’s only mischievous." "If he imitates Dr Mortimer," cried Mrs Maybury, "there’s no knowing what the boy won’t come to. No, William, you must tell Dr Mortimer that he must find fresh lodgings. He can’t stay here. Miss Bird and Mr Cleave will both leave if he does. Mr Cleave told me to-night that he cannot breathe the same air as such a man." "Cleave’s an old woman," muttered Mr Maybury. "Miss Bird----" began Mrs Maybury. "I wish Miss Bird _would_ go," put in Mr Maybury. "And you can see Mr Jefferson doesn’t like him," continued Mrs Maybury, "with half an eye. Mr Jefferson!--the man to whom you are indebted for your daily bread!" "I’m employed by his father," objected Mr Maybury. "It’s all the same. Mr Jefferson got you your post. Suppose he told his father that you were harbouring a man who fights policemen and gets drunk----" "His father would say that that was my business," rejoined Mr Maybury. "Well, we can’t risk keeping him here. It’s too dangerous. I’ve no objection to the young man myself----" "Then why d’you go on about him so much?" retorted Mr Maybury. "For the sake of our home and its reputation," almost shrieked Mrs Maybury, "that’s why. Here I work and slave and get no thanks--not a word of thanks--and then, when I express an opinion, you snap my head off. It’s more than flesh and blood can stand!" she concluded, dissolving into tears. "Suppose," said Mr Maybury, placidly, "we discuss the matter in the morning?" "I won’t say another word," cried Mrs Maybury, between her sobs; "I’ve said all I have to say. If you keep this man here, he’ll take our good name away. There--now I’ve done!" And so, with sobs at intervals, she at length fell asleep.