"I really don't mind," exclaimed Mavis. "She shouldn't be in the house. There's no reason for her being here at all, now Harold is ill." "If you wish her to go," said Mavis ruefully. Jill was ordered from the room, but refused to quit her new friend's side. Lowther approached the dog; to emphasise his wishes, he kicked her in the side. Mavis looked up quickly. "Come along, you brute!" cried Lowther, who seized the spaniel by the ear, and, despite its yell of agony, was carrying it by this means from the room. Mavis felt the blood rush to her head. "Stop!" she cried. Lowther turned to look at her. "Stop--, please don't," she pleaded, as she went quickly to Jill and caught her in her arms. Lowther looked down, surprised, into Mavis's pleading, yet defiant face. "It was all my fault: you're hurting her and she's such a dear," continued Mavis. "Better let her stay," said Devitt, while Mrs Devitt, seeing the girl's flushed face, recalled the passage in Miss Mee's letter which referred to Mavis's sudden anger. Mrs Devitt hated a display of emotion; she put down Mavis's interference with Lowther's design to bad form. She was surprised that Lowther and her husband were so assiduous in their attentions to Mavis; indeed, as Mrs Devitt afterwards remarked to Miss Spraggs: "They hardly ever took their eyes off her face." "Never trust a man further than you can see him," had remarked the agreeable rattle, who had never had reason to complain of want of respect on the part of any man with whom she may have been temporarily isolated. "And did you notice how her eyes flashed when she seized Jill from Lowther? They're usually a sort of yellow. Then, as perhaps you saw, they seemed to burst into a fierce glare." "My dear Hilda, is there anything I don't notice?" Miss Spraggs had replied, a remark which was untrue in its present application, as, at the moment when Mavis had taken Jill's part, Eva Spraggs had been looking out of the window, as she wondered if the peas, that were to accompany a roast duckling at luncheon, would be as hard and as unappetising as they had been when served two days previously. This was later in the day. Just now, Mavis was about to be taken down to luncheon by Montague Devitt; she wondered if her defence of dear Jill had prejudiced her chance of an engagement. "What's that picture covered with a shutter for?" asked Mavis, as her eye fell on the padlocked "Etty." "Oh, well-it's an 'Etty': some people might think it's scarcely the thing for some young people, you know," replied Devitt, as they descended the stairs. "Really! Is that why it's kept like that?" asked Mavis, who could scarcely conceal her amusement. Mrs Devitt, who was immediately behind, had detected the note of merriment in Mavis's voice. "Scarcely a pure-minded girl," she said to herself, unconscious of the fact that there is nothing so improper as the thoughts implied by propriety.