But here Archelaus pulled himself together. "The Governor," he answered sullenly, "had nothing to do with it. The Governor was in church at the time, as is well known to all of you." "Yes, yes," interposed Mrs. Pope. "Let us be just. The Commandant was certainly in church at the time. On our homeward way we met him returning from church; and I would add, sir--if you will forgive me--that he is a gentleman quite incapable of suggesting or conniving at so vulgar a trick." "H'm!" The Lord Proprietor accepted this with a snort, for he could not help being aware of its truth. But his wrath still needed a vent, and he turned upon Archelaus again. "The Governor?" he echoed. "Are you ignorant that Major Vigoureux is not Governor of these Islands, nor has he been for three years?--even if he had ever a right to the title." "He's _my_ Governor, anyway," answered Archelaus, turning more and more dogged; "and he's Treacher's; and I reckon you'll find, if you try any games, that he's Treacher's missus' Governor, too." "Insolent!"--This from Miss Gabriel. "I ain't denyin' it, ma'am. Insolent I be, and a little freedom o' speech about it is no more than your rights. Insolent I've behaved, and if you'll take and ask the Governor to punish me for it, 'tisn't more than I deserve. He'll do it, be sure. As Mister Pope told you just now, the Governor's a gentleman; he wouldn't play such a trick, not if you was to offer him the world and the kingdoms thereof; and he'll be teasy as fire when he hears about it. But I warn you, ladies and gentlemen, all, don't you take the law into your own hands over this distressin' case, but go to him meek-like an' say you want Arch'laus punished. That's all. Leastways, that's all, unless you ask my honest opinion on the breeches in question, which is, that I wouldn't put 'em astride a clothes-horse and call him a son o' mine." The Lord Proprietor stepped back, purple in the face. But Miss Gabriel flew at game higher than Archelaus. "That is all very well," she interposed, in her coldest, most incisive tone. "But to whom does the credit of this insult belong if not to Major Vigoureux? You may talk till doomsday, my man, before I'll believe that you and Treacher thought of it." She stood for a second or two, eyeing him. "A-ah!" she said, a little above her breath. "I thought as much!... There _was_ a woman, Charlotte, and that woman is at the bottom of the whole business. I ask you, if you doubt it, to look at his face." "She'd nothin' to do with it," affirmed Archelaus, stolidly, drawing the back of his hand across his brow. "She?" mocked Miss Gabriel. "And pray who is 'she'?" Archelaus made a bold effort to recover himself. "Why, Treacher's missus ... unless you mean the Ghost."