CHAPTER XI.
SANDAL AND SANDAL.
"Time will discover every thing; it is a babbler, and speaks even when no question is put." "Run, spindles! Run, and weave the threads of doom." Next morning very early, Stephen had a letter from Charlotte.

He was sitting at breakfast with Ducie when the rector's boy brought it; and it came, as great events generally come, without any premonition or heralding circumstance.

Ducie was pouring out coffee; and she went on with her employment, thinking, not of the letter Stephen was opening, but of the malt, and of the condition of the brewing-boiler.

An angry exclamation from Stephen made her lift her eyes to his face.

"My word, Stephen, you are put out! What's to do ?" "Julius has turned Mrs.Sandal and Charlotte from house and home, yesterday afternoon.