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Mrs. Mountain warned the lads to be prudent, and that some conspiracy was hatching against them; saying, “You must be on your guard, my poor boys. You must learn your lessons and not anger your tutor. Your mamma was talking about you to Mr. Washington the other day when I came into the room. I don’t like that Major Washington, you know I don’t. He is very handsome and tall, and he may be very good, but show me his wild oats I say–not a grain! Well, I happened to step in last Tuesday when he was here with your mamma, and I am sure they were talking about you, for he said, ‘Discipline is discipline, and must be preserved. There can be but one command in a house, ma’am, and you must be the mistress of yours.'”

“The very words he used to me,” cries Harry. “He told me that he did not like to meddle with other folks’ affairs, but that our mother was very angry, and he begged me to obey Mr. Ward, and to press George to do so.”

“Let him manage his own house, not mine,” says George very haughtily. And the caution, far from benefiting him, only made the lad more scornful and rebellious.

On the next day the storm broke. Words were passed between George and Mr. Ward during the morning study. The boy was quite disobedient and unjust. Even his faithful brother cried out, and owned that he was in the wrong. Mr. Ward bottled up his temper until the family met at dinner, when he requested Madame Esmond to stay, and laid the subject of discussion before her.

He asked Master Harry to confirm what he had said; and poor Harry was obliged to admit all his statements.

George, standing under his grandfather’s portrait by the chimney, said haughtily that what Mr. Ward had said was perfectly correct.

“To be a tutor to such a pupil is absurd,” said Mr. Ward, making a long speech containing many scripture phrases, at each of which young George smiled scornfully; and at length Ward ended by asking her honour’s leave to retire.

“Not before you have punished this wicked and disobedient child,” said Madame Esmond.

“Punish!” exclaimed George.

“Yes, sir, punish! If means of love and entreaty fail, other means must be found to bring you to obedience. I punish you now, rebellious boy, to guard you from greater punishment hereafter. The discipline of this family must be maintained. There can be but one command in a house, and I must be the mistress of mine. You will punish this refractory boy, Mr. Ward, as we have agreed, and if there is the least resistance on his part my overseer and servants will lend you aid.”

In the midst of his mother’s speech George Esmond felt that he had been wronged. “There can be but one command in the house and you must be mistress. I know who said those words before you,” George said slowly, and looking very white, “and–and I know, mother, that I have acted wrongly to Mr. Ward.”

“He owns it! He asks pardon!” cries Harry. “That’s right, George! That’s enough, isn’t it?”

“No, it is not enough! I know that he who spares the rod spoils the child, ungrateful boy!” says Madame Esmond, with more references of the same nature, which George heard, looking very pale and desperate.

Upon the mantelpiece stood a china cup, by which the widow set great store, as her father had always been accustomed to drink from it. George suddenly took it, and a strange smile passed over his pale face.

“Stay one minute. Don’t go away yet,” he cried to his mother, who was leaving the room. “You are very fond of this cup, mother?” and Harry looked at him wondering. “If I broke it, it could never be mended, could it? My dear old grandpapa’s cup! I have been wrong. Mr. Ward, I ask pardon. I will try and amend.”