“Guy—jealousy! I jealous of that child?” and Agnes’s voice was expressive of the utmost consternation. “Yes, jealous of that child; you think that because the doctor has been kind to her, perhaps he wants her sometime for his wife. I hope he does; I mean to help it on; I’ll tell him to marry her, and if he don’t, I’ll almost marry her myself!” and Guy paced up and down the parlor, chafing and foaming like a young lion. Agnes was conquered, and quite as much bewildered as Maddy had been she heard only in part how Maddy Clyde was henceforth to be treated. “Yes, yes,” she gasped at last, as Guy talked on, “stop now, for mercy’s sake, and I’ll do anything, only not this morning, my head aches so I cannot go to the breakfast table; I must be excused,” and holding her temples, which were throbbing with pain, induced by strong excitement, Agnes hurried to her own room and threw herself upon the bed, angry, mortified, and subdued. The breakfast bell had rung twice while Guy was holding that interview with Agnes, and at last Mrs. Noah came up herself to learn the cause of the delay; standing in the hall she heard a part of what was transpiring in the parlor. Mrs. Noah was proud and jealous of her master’s dignity, and once or twice the thought had crossed her mind that perhaps when he came home, Maddy would be treated more as some governesses were treated by their employers, but to have _Agnes_ take the matter up was quite a different thing, and Mrs. Noah smiled with grim satisfaction as she heard Guy issuing orders as to how Miss Clyde should be treated. Standing back to let Agnes pass, she waited a moment, and then, as if she had just come up, presented herself before Guy, asking if he were ready for breakfast. “Yes, call Miss Clyde; tell her I sent for her,” was Guy’s answer, and Mrs. Noah repaired to Maddy’s room, finding her still sobbing bitterly. “I cannot go down,” she said; “my face is all stains, and it’s so dreadful, happening on Sunday, too. What would grandpa say?” “You can wash off the stains. Come,” Mrs. Noah said, pouring water into the bowl, and bidding Maddy hurry, “as Mr. Guy was waiting breakfast for her.” “But I am not to eat with them,” Maddy began, when Mrs. Noah stopped her by explaining that Guy ruled that house, and Agnes had been completely routed. This did not quiet Maddy particularly, and her heart beat painfully as she descended to the parlor, where Guy was walking up and down. “Come, Miss Clyde, Jessie is nearly famished,” he said, pleasantly, as Maddy appeared, and without the slightest reference to what had passed he drew Maddy’s arm within his own, and giving a hand to Jessie, who had just come in, he went to the breakfast room, where Maddy was told to preside, as Mrs. Remington had a headache.