As he called, a feeble old woman, in a big cap with lilac ribands and a pink bow under her chin, appeared at a side door, and with her the daughter whom he called Orange. The latter entered the hall. ’Father,’ said Miss Orange Trampleasure, reproachfully, ’you are too boisterous with the young lady. Do you not see? She is tired with her journey, and your noise frightens her.’ ’Frightens me!’ repeated Mirelle, with perfect composure. ’Non, il ne me fait paspeur—il me revolte.’ ’Come with me, cousin,’ said Orange. ’Let me take off your things, and show you your room.’ Mirelle hesitated. ’My dear,’ Orange went on, ’there is no help for it. Whether you like it or not, here you must stay; you cannot go back to the Battishills. It is unreasonable to expect them to take charge of you. Besides, your father committed you to us.’ ’My father has left a gentleman in France my guardian equally with this person here.’ ’Then you must stay with us till he has been communicated with,’ said Orange. ’Come with me.’ Mirelle allowed herself to be conducted upstairs. Old Tramplara went into a muffled convulsion of laughter. He winked at Herring and said, ’She’s a queer piece of flesh, ain’t she—full of French hoity-toity? We must take all that out of her, and make good English homespun take the place of mouslin-de-laine, parley-vous, bong-soir, mossou!’ Then the old man curtsied and grimaced, and went into attitudes. ’So,’ said he, ’you be the gent that has escorted my Lady High and Mighty here! My son said something about you. You gave him a rap over the knuckles, hey? Serve the beggar right. He had been drinking, I’ll swear. He said he had come across a temperance fellow who had insulted him. And you also, I suppose, are the party that have been paying sixty pounds for old Battishill; lending him the money—making him a present of it, I should rather say—for he who lends to him don’t hear the chink of his coin again. I suppose you have plenty of brass to throw away. Well, there be better investments than West Wyke, I can tell’y. I wish I had been by to have tipped you a hint. Herring is your name! I wonder whether you are any relation to old Jago Herring, of Welltown?’ The young man did not enlighten him.