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“Necessity has forced us into our present unhappy position, mother,” replied Edith. “Let us meet its difficulties with as brave hearts as possible.”

“I shall never be able to treat that dreadful man with even common civility,” said Mrs. Darlington.

“We have accepted him as our guest, mother, and it will be our duty to make all as pleasant and comfortable as possible. We will have to bear much, I see–much beyond what I had anticipated.”

Mrs. Darlington sighed deeply as she replied–

“Yes, yes, Edith. Ah, the thought makes me miserable!”

“No more of that sweet drawing together in our own dear home circle,” remarked Edith, sadly.

“Henceforth we are to bear the constant presence and intrusion of strangers, with whom we have few or no sentiments in common. We open our house and take in the ignorant, the selfish, the vulgar, and feed them for a certain price! Does not the thought bring a feeling of painful humiliation? What can pay for all this? Ah me! The anticipation had in it not a glimpse of what we have found in our brief experience. Except Mr. and Mrs. Ring, there isn’t a lady nor gentleman in the house. That Mason is so rudely familiar that I cannot bear to come near him. He’s making himself quite intimate with Henry already, and I don’t like to see it.”

“Nor do I,” replied Mrs. Darlington. “Henry’s been out with him twice to the theatre already.”

“I’m afraid of his influence over Henry. He’s not the kind of a companion he ought to choose,” said Edith. “And then Mr. Barling is with Miriam in the parlour almost every evening. He asks her to sing, and she says she doesn’t like to refuse.”

The mother sighed deeply. While they were conversing, a servant came to their room to say that Mr. Ring was in the parlour, and wished to speak with Mrs. Darlington. It was late in the afternoon of the day on which the Scraggs had made their appearance.

With a presentiment of trouble, Mrs. Darlington went down to the parlour.

“Madam,” said Mr. Ring, as soon as she entered, speaking in a firm voice, “I find that my wife has been grossly insulted by a fellow whose family you have taken into your house. Now they must leave here, or we will, and that forthwith.”

“I regret extremely,” replied Mrs. Darlington, “the unpleasant occurrence to which you allude; but I do not see how it is possible for me to turn these people out of the house.”

“Very well, ma’am. Suit yourself about that. You can choose between us. Both can’t remain.”

“If I were to tell this Mr. Scragg to seek another boarding-house, he would insult me,” said Mrs. Darlington.

“Strange that you would take such a fellow into your house!”

“My rooms were vacant, and I had to fill them.”

“Better to have let them remain vacant. But this is neither here nor there. If this fellow remains, we go.”

And go they did on the next day. Mrs. Darlington was afraid to approach Mr. Scragg on the subject. Had she done so, she would have received nothing but abuse.

Two weeks afterward, the room vacated by Mr. and Mrs. Ring was taken by a tall, fine-looking man, who wore a pair of handsome whiskers and dressed elegantly. He gave his name as Burton, and agreed to pay eight dollars. Mrs. Darlington liked him very much. There was a certain style about him that evidenced good breeding and a knowledge of the world. What his business was he did not say. He was usually in the house as late as ten o’clock in the morning, and rarely came in before twelve at night.

Soon after Mr. Burton became a member of Mrs. Darlington’s household, he began to show particular attentions to Miriam, who was in her nineteenth year, and was, as we have said, a gentle, timid, shrinking girl. Though she did not encourage, she would not reject the attentions of the polite and elegant stranger, who had so much that was agreeable to say that she insensibly acquired a kind of prepossession in his favour.