The Hall still retained its importance in Moresby opinion; but had ceased to be the centre of magnificent bounty, such as it had been in the past. Now that it was let to wealthy people, local interest was stirred to a pitch of tremendous curiosity, and still greater expectation. The poor of Moresby--and save for John Musgrave, and Miss Simpson, who lived alone as Mr Musgrave did in isolated comfort, Moresby inhabitants were mainly poor--looked forward to a Christmas of the good old order, when feasting at the Hall was a yearly institution and, in local phraseology, things had not been backward in the way of good cheer. Since to John Musgrave had fallen the unique honour of entertaining the new mistress of the Hall, Martha felt that some of the glory of the great house had descended upon Mr Musgrave's roof, and spread itself with benign condescension over each individual member of the household. A generous share of it enveloped Martha. Eliza, not being a native, could not be expected to participate in this reverence for local grandeur; she was, indeed, sufficiently lacking in appreciation to complain unceasingly of the extra labour imposed upon herself by the arrival of visitors in Mr Musgrave's house, notwithstanding that Mr Musgrave had engaged a younger girl to assist her in the heavier part of her duties. "I didn't know there was company kept," she observed to Martha. "I've always set my face against company every place I've been to. It makes such a lot of extra work. Does Mr Musgrave keep much company?" "I don't count Miss Belle as company," Martha replied. "She comes sometimes, and her husband, and the children. Three of them," she added, with the amiable intention of firing Eliza's resentment--"boys, and that full o' mischief, you never!" "I can't put up with children," returned Eliza decidedly, "and dogs are worse. I couldn't stay in a house where there were animals kept, unless it was a cat--a clean cat. I can't abear dogs." Neither could John Musgrave; and Mrs Chadwick had brought a pekinese with her. Martha smiled drily. "I wonder you don't give notice," she said. "Notice!" sniffed Eliza. "And go to a new place with a two months' reference! I had a nine-months' character when I came here." Martha, whose service numbered twenty-two years, looked her contempt. "You might just as well have said nine weeks," she retorted. "Girls don't seem able to keep their places nowadays. I don't think much of a reference that doesn't run over the year."