Orange threw the house door open, and the unconscious Mirelle was borne into the hall by Genefer and the post-boy, and placed in an arm-chair, where she gradually recovered. ’I’ll be quick, darling,’ said Genefer, ’and get a fire lighted and something warm, and I’ll bring you your supper up to your own room.’ ’You are over tired,’ said Orange. ’Genefer is right; go to bed.’ When the Trampleasures had removed to Welltown nothing definite was settled as to where they would permanently take up their abode; the furniture and all the contents of Dolbeare had therefore been left there undisturbed, to be removed should they elect to live elsewhere. It was convenient to them to have the house in condition to receive them at any time for a short or lengthy stay as suited them. On their way to Plymouth Mirelle and Orange had spent the night there, and Genefer had attended to their requirements. Now that they had returned, the old servant’s hands were full of work. She lighted the fire in the kitchen and in the dining-room, filled the kettle and set it on to boil, and began to prepare for supper. This occupied some time, during which she was unable to attend to Mirelle. When the supper was ready she brought it into the dining-room, and found Orange there seated musing by the hearth. ’How be the mistress now?’ asked Grenefer. ’I do not know. I have not been upstairs.’ Genefer looked up at the pastille portrait above her head, and said, ’Him it was that I saw in the doorway with a warning wave of the hand, and he sought to bar the door entrance with the stick, that we might not come in. I durst not have passed, but when you went forward, Miss Orange, then he seemed to vanish away like smoke. I reckon the mistress saw un too, for her fainted with fright at the same moment. Did’y ever hear, now, who he might be?’ ’No, I know nothing of him,’ answered Orange, shortly. ’I reckon he don’t come for naught,’ said Genefer. ’But a veil is on my face in the reading of events, as there be on the hearts of the Jews in the study of Scripture, and till that veil be taken away I see naught plain.’ ’Go about your work,’ said Orange, impatiently, ’and do not trouble me with your foolish fancies.’ Genefer looked at Orange, and shook her head, and muttered, ’There be some folks like the fleece of Gideon on which the dew never falls though the grass around be wet.’ Then she prepared a tray, and carried some supper upstairs to Mirelle. ’Ah!’ she continued, ’and there be others on whom the dew drops in plenty whilst all around is dry.’ She found her mistress seated in a high-backed, old-fashioned chair covered with red baize. She had her shawl wrapped about her. ’There, my pretty,’ said the old woman; ’see, I’ve a brought you something at last.’ ’Oh, Geneviève, I am very cold,’ said Mirelle. ’Shall I light the fire, darling?’ ’I should like it. I do not think I am well. I am exhausted, and sick at heart. Feel my hand how it shakes.’