Miss Abbott got up without replying and turned to go. Her extreme gravity made Mrs. Herriton uneasy. “Of course,” she added, “if Mrs. Theobald decides on any plan that seems at all practicable--I must say I don’t see any such--I shall ask if I may join her in it, for Irma’s sake, and share in any possible expenses.” “Please would you let me know if she decides on anything. I should like to join as well.” “My dear, how you throw about your money! We would never allow it.” “And if she decides on nothing, please also let me know. Let me know in any case.” Mrs. Herriton made a point of kissing her. “Is the young person mad?” burst out Philip as soon as she had departed. “Never in my life have I seen such colossal impertinence. She ought to be well smacked, and sent back to Sunday-school.” His mother said nothing. “But don’t you see--she is practically threatening us? You can’t put her off with Mrs. Theobald; she knows as well as we do that she is a nonentity. If we don’t do anything she’s going to raise a scandal--that we neglect our relatives, &c., which is, of course, a lie. Still she’ll say it. Oh, dear, sweet, sober Caroline Abbott has a screw loose! We knew it at Monteriano. I had my suspicions last year one day in the train; and here it is again. The young person is mad.” She still said nothing. “Shall I go round at once and give it her well? I’d really enjoy it.” In a low, serious voice--such a voice as she had not used to him for months--Mrs. Herriton said, “Caroline has been extremely impertinent. Yet there may be something in what she says after all. Ought the child to grow up in that place--and with that father?” Philip started and shuddered. He saw that his mother was not sincere. Her insincerity to others had amused him, but it was disheartening when used against himself. “Let us admit frankly,” she continued, “that after all we may have responsibilities.” “I don’t understand you, Mother. You are turning absolutely round. What are you up to?” In one moment an impenetrable barrier had been erected between them. They were no longer in smiling confidence. Mrs. Herriton was off on tactics of her own--tactics which might be beyond or beneath him. His remark offended her. “Up to? I am wondering whether I ought not to adopt the child. Is that sufficiently plain?” “And this is the result of half-a-dozen idiocies of Miss Abbott?” “It is. I repeat, she has been extremely impertinent. None the less she is showing me my duty. If I can rescue poor Lilia’s baby from that horrible man, who will bring it up either as Papist or infidel--who will certainly bring it up to be vicious--I shall do it.” “You talk like Harriet.” “And why not?” said she, flushing at what she knew to be an insult. “Say, if you choose, that I talk like Irma. That child has seen the thing more clearly than any of us. She longs for her little brother. She shall have him. I don’t care if I am impulsive.”