be wicked if
she delayed to act upon it a moment. If Mr Rimbolt had been at home,
it would have fallen on him to discharge it, but he was not, and she
must do it for him.

Whereupon this worthy matron girded herself for the fray, and stalked
off to the study.

Jeffreys was busy transcribing some bibliographical notes which he had
brought away with him from Exeter. The work was not very engrossing,
and he had leisure now and then to let his mind wander, and the
direction his thoughts took was towards Mr Rimbolt's little plan of a
run on the Continent for Percy and himself this summer. Jeffreys had
been afraid to acknowledge to himself how much the plan delighted him.
He longed to see the everlasting snows, and the lakes, and the grand old
mediaeval cities, and the prospect of seeing them with Percy, away from
all that could annoy or jar--

He had got so far when the door opened, and Mrs Rimbolt stood before
him.

The lady was pale, and evidently agitated beyond her wont. She stood
for a moment facing Jeffreys, and apparently waiting for words. The
librarian's back went up in anticipation. If it was more about Raby, he
would leave the room before he forgot himself.

"Mr Jeffreys," said the lady, and her words came slowly and hoarsely,
"I request you to leave this house in half an hour."

It was Jeffreys' turn to start and grow pale.

"May I ask why?" he said.

"You know why, sir," said the lady. "You have known why ever since you
had the meanness to enter Wildtree on false pretences."

"Really, Mrs Rimbolt," began Jeffreys, with a cold shudder passing
through him, "I am at a loss--"

"Don't speak to me, sir! You knew you had no right to enter the house
of honest, respectable people--you knew you had no right to take
advantage of an accident to insinuate yourself into this family, and
impose upon the unsuspecting good-nature of my husband. No one asked
you for your character; for no one imagined you could be quite so
hypocritical as you have been. You, the self-constituted friend and
protector of my precious boy--you, with the stain of blood on your hands
and the mark of Cain on your forehead! Leave my house at once; I desire
no words. You talked grandly about claiming to be protected from insult
in this house. It is we who claim to be protected from a hypocrite and
a murderer! Begone; and consider yourself fortunate that instead of
walking out a free man, you are not taken out to the punishment