Barbara went back to her sitting-room, where not long afterwards the boy came to her. As he entered the doorway she noted how handsome he looked with his massive head and square-jawed face, and how utterly unlike any Arnott or Walrond known to her personally or by tradition. Had he been a changeling, such as the girl Bess spoke of, he could not have seemed more different. He came and stood before her, his hands in his pockets and a smile upon his face, for he could smile very pleasantly when he chose. “Well, Anthony,” she said, “what is it?” “Nothing, mother dear, except that I have come to beg your pardon. You were quite right about the coursing meeting; they are a low lot, and I oughtn’t to mix with them. But I had bets on some of the dogs and wanted to go awfully. Then when you said I mustn’t I lost my temper.” “That was very evident, Anthony.” “Yes, mother; I felt as though I could have killed someone. I did try to kill Bess with that bust of Plato, but she dodged like a cat and the thing smashed against the wall. Then she came for me straight and gave me what I deserved, for she was too many for me. And presently all my rage went, and I found that I was laughing while she tidied my clothes. I wish you could do the same, mother.” “Do you, Anthony? Well, I cannot.” “I know. Where did I get my temper from, mother? Not from you, or my father from all I have heard and remember of him.” “Your grandfather would say it was from the devil, Anthony.” “Yes, and perhaps he is right; only then it is rather hard luck on me, isn’t it? I can’t help it—it comes.” “Then make it go, Anthony. You are to be confirmed soon. Change your heart.” “I’ll try. But, mother dear, though I am so bad to you, you are the only one who will ever change me. When that wild-cat of a girl got the better of me just now, it was you I thought of, not her. If I lost you I don’t know what would become of me.” “We have to stand or fall alone, Anthony.” “Perhaps, mother. I don’t know; I am not old enough. Still, don’t leave me alone, for if you do, then I am sure which I shall do,” and bending down he kissed her and left the room. After this scene Anthony’s behaviour improved very much; his reports from school were good, for he was quick and clever, and his great skill in athletics made him a favourite. Also his grandfather, who prepared him for confirmation, announced that the lad’s nature seemed to have softened. So things remained for some time, to be accurate, for just so long as the girl Bess was a servant at the Hall.