Lady Merrifield walked away, and found on her return that Dolores had succeeded in writing to her father, and was so utterly tired out by the feelings it had cost her that she was only fit to lie on the sofa and sleep. Gillian was, of course, not seen till she came home from evening service. ‘Oh, mamma,’ she said, ‘what did you do to Constance?’ ‘Why?’ ‘Well, I heard you shut the front door. And presently after there came such a noise through the wall that all the girls pricked up their ears, and Miss Hacket jumped up in a fright. If it had been Val, one would have called it a naughty child roaring.’ ‘What! did I send her into hysterics?’ ‘I suppose, as she is grown up, it must have the fine name, but it wasn’t a bit like poor Dolly’s choking. I am sure she did it to make her sister come! Well, of course, Miss Hacket went away, and I did the best I could, but what could one do with all these screeches and bellowings breaking out?’ ‘For shame. Gill!’ ‘I can’t help it, mamma. If you had only seen their faces when the uproar came in a fresh gust! How they whispered, and some looked awestruck. I thought I had better get rid of them, and come home myself; but Miss Hacket met me, and implored me to stay, and I was weak-minded enough to do so. I wish I hadn’t, for it was only to be provoked past bearing. That horrid girl has poisoned even Miss Hacket’s mind, and she thinks you have been hard on her darling. You did not know how nervous and timid dear Connie is!’ ‘Well, Gill, I confess she made me very angry, and I told her what I thought of her.’ ‘And that she didn’t choose to hear!’ ‘Did you see her again?’ ‘No, I am thankful to say, I did not. But Miss Hacket would go on all tea-time, explaining and explaining for me to tell you how dear Connie is so affectionate and so easily led, and how Dolores came over her with persuasions, and deceived her. I declare I never liked Dolly so well before. At any rate, she doesn’t make professions, and not a bit more fuss than she can help. And there was Miss Hacket getting brandy cherries and strong coffee, and I don’t know what all, because dear Connie was so overcome, and dear Lady Merrifield was quite under a mistake, and so deceived by Dolores. I told Miss Hacket you were never under a mistake nor deceived.’ ‘You didn’t, Gillian!’ ‘Yes, I did, and the stupid woman only wanted to kiss me (but I wouldn’t let her) and said I was very right to stand up for my dear mamma. As if that had anything to do with it! What are you laughing at, mamma? Why, Uncle Regie is laughing, and Cousin Rotherwood! What is it?’ ‘At the two partisans who never stand up for their own families,’ said Uncle Regie. ‘But it’s true!’ cried Gillian. ‘What! that I am never mistaken nor deceived?’ said Lady Merrifield. ‘Except when you took Miss Constance for a sensible woman, eh?’ said her brother. ‘That I never did! But I did take her for a moderately honourable one.’