"Yes, madam," said Downie; "but the way of transgressors is always hard." "Transgressors, sir?" "Against the laws of morality and society, madam. Do not misunderstand me, madam." "Oh no--oh no," replied Constance, in a choking voice; "I quite understand you." The General was deeply moved; he advanced a pace or two towards her, and lifted his hand with an air of entreaty; but Downie was pitiless, and added-- "Yes, madam, and not content with seeking to entrap my brother, there has actually been an attempt made, too, to entrap and delude my son!" "Sir," said Constance, moving towards the door of the library, "I came in hope--I must own, half-desperate hope--of having an explanation from, or a compromise with you--perhaps a recognition of our just claims. Assertion, even backed by such a letter as this, is, I must own, but slender evidence; so a court of law shall prove the rest." "As you please, madam," replied Downie, rising and ringing a hand-bell deliberately. "Show this--_lady_ out. So much for Mrs. Devereaux!" he added furiously, for he was greatly disturbed and ruffled. A mist seemed before the eyes of both mother and daughter, as they quitted the stately room mechanically, to seek their vehicle at the porte-cochère. Constance kept her proud little head erect, however, so long as she was under observation; for though her heart was wrung with agony as she thought of her children, there was something of a Spartan matron in the outward bearing she affected, and in her perfect power of self-mastery then. Stared at in the corridor by the wondering and mocking eyes of all the younger children of Downie, who had taken their cue from the manner in which their mamma had gathered her skirts in the library, as if to avoid pollution; stared at too in the vestibule and portal by Mr. Funnel the solemn Butler, by Boxer the rubicund coachman, and by a group of whiskered valets, who all saw that something, they knew not what, "was hup," they reached the hired carriage that was to take them back to Hayle; and Jeames in powder, wearing "the uniform" of the noble family, remarked to Chawles, a brother of the plush and shoulder-knot, quite audibly, that "they both seemed the lady, quite; but he feared they was only a couple of guv'nesses or companions out of place--a lot as miserable as curates and tutors, and all that sort o' thing." Constance shivered as if with ague when she drew up the glasses of the carriage, and they took their departure from Rhoscadzhel. Open war alone could save or sink them now! CHAPTER XXII. "MRS. GRUNDY."