effect.

Mrs. Bertram, as she stepped into the kitchen, noticed the nice little
fire in the bright grate (the lodge boasted of no range); she also saw a
pile of buttered toast on the hob, and the tiny kitchen was fragrant
with the smell of fresh coffee.

Mrs. Bertram was not wrong when she guessed that Tester and his wife did
not live on these dainty viands.

"I'm just preparing breakfast, ma'am, for our young lady lodger," said
good Mrs. Tester, dropping a curtsey.

"For your young lady lodger? What do you mean, Mrs. Tester?"

"Well, ma'am, please take a chair, won't you, Mrs. Bertram--you'll like
to be near the fire, my lady, I'm sure." (The Testers generally spoke to
the great woman in this way--she did not trouble herself to contradict
them.) "Well, my lady, she come last night by the train. It was Davis's
cab brought her up, and set her down, her and her bits of things, just
outside the lodge. Nothing would please her but that we should give her
the front bedroom and the little parlor inside this room and she is to
pay us fifteen shillings a week, to cover board and all. It's a great
lift for Tester and me, and she's a nice-spoken young lady, and pleasant
to look at, too. Oh, yes, miss---I beg your pardon, miss. I was just a
bringing of your breakfast in, miss."

The door had been opened behind Mrs. Bertram. She started and turned, as
a tall, slim girl with a head of ruddy gold hair, a rather pale, fair
face, and big bright eyes, came in.

The girl looked at Mrs. Bertram quickly and eagerly. Mrs. Bertram looked
back at her. Neither woman flinched as she gazed, only gradually over
Mrs. Bertram's face there stole a greeny-white hue.

The girl came a little nearer. Old Mrs. Tester bustled past her with the
hot breakfast.

"_You!"_ said Mrs. Bertram, when the old woman had left the room,
"you are Josephine Hart."

"I am Josephine; you know better than to call me Hart."

"Hush! that matter has been arranged between your grandfather and my
solicitor. Do you wish the bargain undone?"

"I sincerely wish it undone."

"I think you don't," said Mrs. Bertram, slowly. She laughed in a
disagreeable manner. "The old woman is coming back," she said suddenly;
"invite me into your parlor for a moment, I have a word or two to say to
you."

Josephine led the way into the little sitting-room; she offered a chair
to Mrs. Bertram, who would not take it. Then she went and shut the door
between the kitchen and the parlor