Everyone but Miss Morville, who was studying the Fashion Notes in the Ladies’ periodical, waited with suspended breath for the climax to this engagement. They were disappointed, or relieved, according to their several dispositions, when the Dowager said, after a short silence, pregnant with passion: “You will do as you please in your own home, St. Erth! Pray do not hesitate to inform me if you desire me to remove to the Dower House immediately!”

“Ah, no! I should be sorry to see you do so, ma’am!” replied Gervase. “Such a house as Stanyon would be a sad place without a mistress!” Her face snowed no sign of relenting, and he added, in a coaxing tone: “Do not be vexed with me! Must we quarrel? Indeed, I do not wish to stand upon bad terms with you!”

“I can assure you that no quarrel between us will be of my seeking,” said the Dowager austerely. “A very odd thing it would be if I were to be picking quarrels with my stepson! Pray be so good as to apprise me, in the future, of the arrangements which you desire to alter at Stanyon!”

“Thank you!” Gervase said, bowing.

The meekness in his voice made his cousin’s brows draw together a little; but Martin evidently considered that his mother had lost the first bout, for he uttered a disgusted exclamation, and flung out of the room in something very like a tantrum.

The Dowager, ignoring, in a lofty spirit, the entire incident, then desired Theo to ring for a card-table to be set up, saying that she had no doubt St. Erth would enjoy a rubber of whist. If Gervase did not look as though these plans for his entertainment were to his taste, his compliant disposition led him to acquiesce docilely in them, and, when a four was presently made up, to submit with equanimity to having his play ruthlessly criticized by his stepmother. His cousin and the Chaplain, after a little argument with Miss Morville, who, however, was resolute in refusing to take a hand, were the other two players; and the game was continued until the tea-tray was brought in at ten o’clock.