“Now, my good Jael,” said the Squire, “if you are going to interfere every time you catch my servants pilfering, you will have a hard time of it. However, zeal is too rare a thing for me to discourage it. I must make an example. Hy, you young woman: I dare say you are no worse than the rest, but you are the one that is found out; so you must pack up your clothes and begone.” “Not without a month's warning, or a month's wage, sir, it you please,” said the dairymaid, pertly. “If I catch you in the house when I come down, I'll send you to prison on my own warrant, with the butter tied round your neck.” At this direful threat the offender began to blubber, and speedily disappeared to pack her box. Mr. Raby then told the other servants that Jael Dence was the new housekeeper, and that a person of her character was evidently required in the house; they must all treat her with respect, or leave his service. Thereupon two gave warning, and Mr. Raby, who never kept a servant a day after that servant had given him warning, had them up to his room, and paid them a month's wages. “And now,” said he, “for the honor of the house, don't leave us fasting, but eat a good breakfast, and then go to the devil.” At his own breakfast he related the incident to Dr. Amboyne, with a characteristic comment: “And the fools say there is nothing in race. So likely, that of all animals man alone should be exempt from the law of nature! Take a drowning watch-dog out of the water and put him in a strange house, he is scarcely dry before he sets to work to protect it. Take a drowning Dence into your house, and she is up with the lark to look after your interests. That girl connive and let the man be robbed whose roof shelters her? She COULDN'T; it is not in her blood. I'm afraid there's to be a crusade against petty larceny in this house, and more row about it than it is worth. No matter; I shall support the crusader, on principle. It is not for me to check honest impulses, nor to fight against nature in almost the only thing where she commands my respect.” “Very well,” said the doctor, “that is settled: so now let us talk of something more important. How are we to get your sister, in her delicate state, from Wales to this place?” “Why, I will go for her myself, to be sure.” “Raby, your heart is in the right place, after all. But when she is here, how are we to conceal her unhappy son's fate from her? It will be more difficult than ever, now Jael Dence is in the house.” “Why so? We must take the girl into our confidence--that is all.” “The sooner the better then. Let us have her in here.” Jael was sent for, and Mr. Raby requested her to take a seat, and give all her attention to something Dr. Amboyne had to say. Dr. Amboyne then told her, with quiet earnestness, that Mrs. Little was at present so ill and weak he felt sure the news of Henry's death would kill her. “Ay, poor soul!” said Jael, and began to cry bitterly.