was shaking in her shoes. Colin was still
frowning.

"Have you to do what I please or have you
not?" he demanded.

"I have to do what you please, sir," Martha
faltered, turning quite red.

"Has Medlock to do what I please?"

"Everybody has, sir," said Martha.

"Well, then, if I order you to bring Miss Mary
to me, how can Medlock send you away if she
finds it out?"

"Please don't let her, sir," pleaded Martha.

"I'll send _her_ away if she dares to say a word
about such a thing," said Master Craven grandly.
"She wouldn't like that, I can tell you."

"Thank you, sir," bobbing a curtsy, "I want to
do my duty, sir."

"What I want is your duty," said Colin more
grandly still. "I'll take care of you. Now go
away."

When the door closed behind Martha, Colin
found Mistress Mary gazing at him as if he had
set her wondering.

"Why do you look at me like that?" he asked
her. "What are you thinking about?"

"I am thinking about two things."

"What are they? Sit down and tell me."

"This is the first one," said Mary, seating

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