"You might have done it just for once, Cris," his mother answered. "I know not what will become of him, out of doors this sharp night." Cris disengaged his arm, and continued his way up to his room. He slept on the upper floor. Maude was standing at the door of her chamber when he passed--as Mrs. Chattaway had been. "Cris--wait a minute," she said, for he was hastening by. "I want to speak a word to you. Have you seen Rupert?" "Seen him and heard him too," boldly avowed Cris. "He wanted me to let him in." "Which, of course, you would not do?" answered Maude, bitterly. "I wonder if you ever performed a good-natured action in your life?" "Can't remember," mockingly retorted Cris. "Where is Rupert? What is he going to do?" "You know where he is as well as I do: I suppose you could hear him. As to what he is going to do, I didn't ask him. Roost in a tree with the birds, perhaps." Maude retreated into her room and closed the door. She flung herself into a chair, and burst into a passionate flood of tears. Her heart ached for her brother with pain that amounted to agony: she could have forced down her proud spirit and knelt to Mr. Chattaway for him: almost have sacrificed her own life to bring comfort to Rupert, whom she loved so well. He--Rupert--stamped off when the door was closed against him, feeling he would like to stamp upon Cris himself. Arrived in front of the lodge, he stood and whistled, and presently Ann Canham looked from the upper casement in her nightcap. "Why, it's never you, Master Rupert!" she exclaimed, in intense surprise. "They have locked me out, Ann. Can you manage to come down and open the door without disturbing your father? If you can, I'll lie on the settle for to-night." Once inside, there ensued a contest. In her humble way, begging pardon for the presumption, Ann Canham proposed that Master Rupert should occupy her room, and she'd make herself contented with the settle. Rupert would not hear of it. He threw himself on the narrow bench they called the settle, and protested that if Ann said another word about giving up her room, he would go out and spend the night in the avenue. So she was fain to go back to it herself. A dreary night on that hard bench; and the morning found him cold and stiff. He was stamping one foot on the floor to stamp life into it, when old Canham entered, leaning on a crutch. Ann had told him the news, and the old man was up before his time. "But who shut you out, Master Rupert?" he asked. "Chattaway." "Ann says Mr. Cris went in pretty late last night. After she had locked the big gate." "Cris came up whilst I was ringing to be let in. He went in himself, but would not let me enter."