Upon the finish of prayers breakfast followed, after which Mr Graynor repaired to the library with Prudence who since her return read the papers to him because of his failing sight. William prepared to start out on the day's business. From the library Prudence could hear him calling loudly for his boots, and demanding of the servant who brought them why they were not in their accustomed place. It transpired that he had omitted to put them outside his bedroom door on the previous night and thereby caused delay in the cleaning of them. He muttered something in response, and hastily proceeded to draw them on. The servant meanwhile went to the front door in answer to an imperative ring. Commotion followed upon the opening of the door. Mr Graynor looked round at these unexpected interruptions and signed to Prudence to cease reading. She sat with the newspaper open in her hands and listened to the sound of angry voices without. Some one had entered and was talking loudly and defiantly to William in the hall. William was doing his utmost to eject the intruder and to talk her down at the same time--two impossible feats. The noise of their voices raised in fierce altercation drew nearer; and, attracted by the disturbance, Agatha made her appearance from the morning-room and stood, pink and trembling with indignation, looking upon the scene in incredulous amazement. "What is that--creature doing here?" she asked of her brother. He seemed to find some difficulty in answering her, and, evading her eyes, glared furiously at the defiant young woman, who, holding a child by the hand, maintained her stand with an air of assurance which refused to be cowed by his lowering scowl. "You tell 'er what I want," she said. "I don't mind." "Go away," he shouted. "Do you hear? Go away!" "It isn't difficult to 'ear you," she retorted sharply. "I want a word with you, William Graynor; and I'm not going away until I've 'ad it." "Turn her out," Miss Agatha exclaimed, shocked and affronted. "How dare she speak to you like that?" "Why don't you tell 'er," the insolent voice insisted, "what I've come for, and why I speak as I do? Seems as if you was afraid of 'er." She looked round suddenly, and caught sight of Mr Graynor, standing with the library door open, surveying the scene. She shrank back, quailing before the cold anger of his look. But he had recognised her, and spoke now in a voice of sharp command. "Come in here, girl," he said; and to his son he added fiercely: "William, bring that woman inside, and shut the door."