Mr. Greenwood's face became flatter, and his jaw longer, and his eyes more like gooseberries as he read the letter. He had gradually trained himself to say and to hear all manner of evil things about Lady Frances in the presence of the Marchioness. He had too accustomed himself to speak of Lord Hampstead as a great obstacle which it would be well if the Lord would think proper to take out of the way. He had also so far followed the lead of his patroness as to be deep if not loud in his denunciations of the folly of the Marquis. The Marquis had sent him word that he had better look out for a new home, and without naming an especial day for his dismissal, had given him to understand that it would not be convenient to receive him again in the house in Park Lane. But the Marquis had been ill when he had thus expressed his displeasure,--and was now worse. It might be that the Marquis himself would never again visit Park Lane. As no positive limit had been fixed for Mr. Greenwood's departure from Trafford Park, there he remained,--and there he intended to remain for the present. As he folded up the letter carefully after reading it slowly, he only shook his head. "Is it true, I wonder?" asked the Marchioness. "There is no reason why it should not be." "That's just what I say to myself. We know it is true about Fanny. Of course there's that Mr. Roden, and the Mrs. Roden. When the writer knows so much, there is reason to believe the rest." "A great many people do tell a great many lies," said Mr. Greenwood. "I suppose there is such a person as this Quaker,--and that there is such a girl?" "Quite likely." "If so, why shouldn't Hampstead fall in love with her? Of course he's always going to the street because of his friend Roden." "Not a doubt, Lady Kingsbury." "What ought we to do?" To this question Mr. Greenwood was not prepared with an immediate answer. If Lord Hampstead chose to get himself married to a Quaker's daughter, how could it be helped? "His father would hardly have any influence over him now." Mr. Greenwood shook his head. "And yet he must be told." Mr. Greenwood nodded his head. "Perhaps something might be done about the property." "He wouldn't care two straws about settlements," said Mr. Greenwood. "He doesn't care about anything he ought to. If I were to write and ask him, would he tell the truth about this marriage?" "He wouldn't tell the truth about anything," said Mr. Greenwood. The Marchioness passed this by, though she knew it at the moment to be calumny. But she was not unwilling to hear calumny against Lord Hampstead. "There used to be ways," she said, "in which a marriage of that kind could be put on one side afterwards." "You must put it on one side before, now-a-days, if you mean to do it at all," said the clergyman. "But how?--how?" "If he could be got out of the way." "How out of the way?"