view."

"I don't understand you, Miss Ladd."

"Yes, Mr. Morris--you do."

She shook hands with him--and went back to Emily.

CHAPTER LI. THE DOCTOR SEES.

Alban returned to Netherwoods--to continue his services, until another
master could be found to take his place.

By a later train Miss Ladd followed him. Emily was too well aware of the
importance of the mistress's presence to the well-being of the school,
to permit her to remain at the cottage. It was understood that they were
to correspond, and that Emily's room was waiting for her at Netherwoods,
whenever she felt inclined to occupy it.

Mrs. Ellmother made the tea, that evening, earlier than usual. Being
alone again with Emily, it struck her that she might take advantage of
her position to say a word in Alban's favor. She had chosen her time
unfortunately. The moment she pronounced the name, Emily checked her by
a look, and spoke of another person--that person being Miss Jethro.

Mrs. Ellmother at once entered her protest, in her own downright way.
"Whatever you do," she said, "don't go back to that! What does Miss
Jethro matter to you?"

"I am more interested in her than you suppose--I happen to know why she
left the school."

"Begging your pardon, miss, that's quite impossible!"

"She left the school," Emily persisted, "for a serious reason. Miss Ladd
discovered that she had used false references."

"Good Lord! who told you that?"

"You see I know it. I asked Miss Ladd how she got her information. She
was bound by a promise never to mention the person's name. I didn't say
it to her--but I may say it to you. I am afraid I have an idea of who
the person was."

"No," Mrs. Ellmother obstinately asserted, "you can't possibly know who
it was! How should you know?"

"Do you wish me to repeat what I heard in that room opposite, when my
aunt was dying?"

"Drop it, Miss Emily! For God's sake, drop it!"

"I can't drop it. It's dreadful to me to have suspicions of my aunt--and
no better reason for them than what she said in a state of delirium.
Tell me, if you love me, was it her wandering fancy? or was it the
truth?"

"As I hope to be saved, Miss Emily, I can only guess as you do--I don't
rightly know. My mistress trusted me half way, as it were. I'm afraid I
have a rough tongue of my own sometimes. I offended her--and from that
time she kept her own counsel. What she did, she did in the dark, so far
as I was concerned."

"How did you offen