CHAPTER XVI.
DOMESTIC TROUBLES.
Isabel wandered back, and then wandered through the rooms; they looked lovely; not as they had seemed to look in her father's time.

In her dressing-room knelt Marvel, unpacking.

She rose when Lady Isabel entered.
"Can I speak to you a moment, if you please my lady ?" "What is it ?" Then Marvel poured forth her tale.

That she feared so small an establishment would not suit her, and if my lady pleased, she would like to leave at once--that day.

Anticipating it, she had not unpacked her things.
"There has been some mistake about the servants, Marvel, but it will be remedied as soon as possible.