The old man opened a check-book, and sternly said: "Sit ye there! I'll arrange yere business in a few minutes! And, then, ye can find other duties, and know them as ye care to.

I'll have none of yere hoity-toity airs here!" Regardless of the look of horror stealing over the face of Justine, the old man coldly proceeded as if receding from the pulpit.

"My late brother, Hugh Fraser Johnstone, of Delhi and Calcutta, has sent me his own last instructions and orders.

I have here the last receipt for the stipend which ye have been allowed--and, I'm duly following his orders, when I give ye this check for the six months that has yet too to run.
"And-look ye here! A twenty-pound note to take ye back to Geneva! When ye sign this receipt for the stipend, ye are free to leave my house at once.

There's some letters and a couple of telegrams for ye! Bring me the maid, now, and I'll pay her in the same way; and, moreover, I will give her ten pounds to take her home.