The man mounted the steps and stood before his mistress. He held a parcel in his hands, wrapped up in a table napkin. “Open that parcel!” said the Baroness. “Indeed, my lady, it’s only the shrimps as Master Robert left behind him and I thought they would make me a little relish on the sands, my lady!” “Open that parcel!” William obeyed, and disclosed the rolls and butter and peeled shrimps just as Bobby had left them. “You were going to take ’em down to Bobby on the beach!” “No, indeed, my lady!” “Confound you, Sir, don’t you lie to me!” exclaimed the Baroness, shaking her stick in his face, “I’ve ways and means of finding out things that you know nothing of! Throw that stuff into the road!” “But, my lady----” “Throw it into the road at once, or you may take your month’s warning! ’Ang it all! are you the mistress, or am I?” The servant threw a glance of enquiry in the direction of the Herr Baron but the Herr Baron kept his face well down in his plate, so after a pause, he walked to the side, and shook the contents of the napkin upon the Digue. “And now don’t you try any more of your tricks upon me or I’ll thrash you till your own mother won’t know you! You leave Bobby alone for the future, or it’ll be the worst day’s work you ever did! Remember that!” “Very good, my lady!” replied William, but as he left the balcony he gave a look at the other occupants, which well conveyed his feelings on the subject. “I should not be surprised to hear that that woman had been murdered by her servants some day!” said Margaret to Elinor Leyton. “No! and I should not be sorry! I feel rather like murdering her myself. But let us go down to the sands, Margaret, and try to find the disconsolate Bobby! I’m not afraid of his mother if William is, and if he wants something to eat, I shall give it him!”