Her scheme had failed. She had endeavoured to force Charles Luxmore on to steal of his master, thinking that this must inevitably break the connection with the Luxmores. Taverner, she thought, could not possibly pursue his intentions when he knew he had been robbed by Charles. She was disappointed. What next to attempt she knew not. She was determined to prevent the marriage if she could. She had not originally intended to steal the cash-box, nor, indeed, to rob it of any of its contents, but she had been forced to take it, as Charles would not. Now she was given her dismissal, and if she left, she would take the money with her. But she had no desire to leave without further punishment of her ungrateful master. She had spent fifteen years in his service. She had plotted and worked and had not gained any of her ends. She had at first resolved on making him marry her. When she found it impossible to achieve this, she determined to make herself so useful to him, so indispensable, that he would in his old age fall under her power, and then, he would leave her by his will well off. She was now to be driven out into the cold, after all her labour, disappointments, to make room for a young girl. This should not be. If she must go, she would mar the sport behind her back. If Taverner Langford would not take her, he should take none other. If she was not to be mistress in the house, no young chit of a girl should be. She stood up and took down from the chimney-piece a china dog blotched red, and turning it over, removed from the inside a packet of yellow paper. She was so engrossed in her thoughts that she did not see that someone had entered the kitchen by the open backdoor. ’I declare! They’d make a pair!’ Mrs. Veale started, a shiver ran through her from head to foot. She turned, still quivering, and looked at the speaker. Kate Luxmore had entered, and stood near the table. ’Well, now,’ said Kate, ’this is curious. We’ve got a dog just like that, with long curly ears, and turns his dear old head to the left, and you’ve one with the same ears, and same colour, turns his head to the right. We’d a pair once, but Joe broke the fellow. I reckon you’d a pair once, but your fellow is broke. ’Tis a pity they two dogs should be widowers and lonely.’ Mrs. Veale stared at her; Kate had never been there before. What had brought her there now? Were all the Luxmores coming to make that their home, even before the marriage? ’And what have you got there?’ pursued Kate, full of liveliness. ’Why, that is one of the yellow paper rat-poison packets the man sold at the fair. I know it. ’Tis a queer thing you keeping the poison in the body of the dog. But I suppose you are right; no one would think to go there for it.’