That morning, this brazen hussy, as Mary very properly called her, had come coolly up to the station and asked for Charles.

And on Mary's shaking her fist at her, and bidding her be gone, had then and there rated poor Mary in the best of Gaelic for a quarter of an hour; and Mary, instead of venting her anger on the proper people, had taken her old plan of making herself disagreeable to those who had nothing to do with it, which naturally made Mrs.Buckley very angry, and even ruffled the placid Major a little, so that he was not sorry when he saw in his wife's face, the expression of which he knew so well, that Mary was going to "catch it." "I wish, Mary Hawker," said Mrs.Buckley, "that you would remember that the Dean is our guest, and that on our account alone there is due to him some better welcome than what you have given him." "Now, you are angry with me for speaking truth too abruptly," said Mary crying.
"Well, I am angry with you," said Mrs.Buckley.

"If that was the truth, you should not have spoken it now.

You have no right to receive an old friend like this." "You are very unkind to me," said Mary.

"Just when after so many years' peace and quietness my troubles are beginning again, you are all turning against me." And so she laid down her head and wept.
"Dear Mrs.Hawker," said Frank, coming up and taking her hand, "if you are in trouble, I know well that my visit is well timed.