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" A man? " 



" Yes, sir. He came round be the kitchen 

 way, and ' What are yiz doin' in me yard ? ' says 

 Mrs DriscoU. ' Is yom* masther in? ' says he. 

 * If he is, tell him a person wants to see him.' " 



French, without a word, rose and left the room. 



"He's come! " said Bobby, putting down his 

 knife and fork. 



" It sounds like it," said the girl. *' But it 

 may be only a tradesman." 



" Shall I go out and listen at the kitchen door? " 

 asked Effie, haH sHpping from her chair. 



" No," said Miss Grimshaw, " sit still. You are 

 too fond of hstening at doors; and only for you, 

 you naughty child — " She checked herself. Only 

 for Efiie and her mischievous letter they might have 

 been in security now and not threatened like this. 



" Only for me, what? " asked Effie. 



Miss Grimshaw had no time to reply, for at that 

 moment Mr French re-entered the room. His 

 face was flushed; he shut the door, and then, 

 "May the divil fly away with Dick Giveen! " 

 he said. " He's got me at last, confound and 

 d him! It's the baihff." 



"Oh, Lord! "said Bobby. 



" What's he like? " asked Miss Grimshaw the 

 practical. 



" Like! " cried French. " He's Hke a chap you 

 see in a nightmare — white as tallow and no legs 

 to him, and he's going out now to inspect the 

 horses. Mark you, that chap's no use to us; he's 



