ossession of this tenement and
the appurtenances, as also of all the money, furniture, and other
chattels whatsoever of the late Charles Nutter; and being denied
admission, we shall then serve certain cautionary and other notices, in
such a manner as the court will, under the circumstances, and in your
presence, being, by your admission, the attorney of Sarah Hearty,
calling herself Nutter--'

'I did not say I was,' said Toole, with a little toss of his chin.

The gentleman's large face here assumed a cunning leer.

'Well, we have our thoughts about that, Sir,' he said. 'But by your
leave, we'll knock at the hall-door.'

'I tell you what, Sir,' said Toole, who had no reliance upon the wisdom
of the female garrison, and had serious misgivings lest at the first
stout summons the maids should open the door, and the ill-favoured pair
establish themselves in occupation of poor Mrs. Nutter's domicile, 'I'll
not object to the notices being received. There's the servant up at the
window there--but you must not make a noise; Mrs. Nutter, poor woman, is
sick and hypochondriac, and can't bear a noise; but I'll permit the
service of the notices, because, you see, we can afford to snap our
fingers at you. I say, Moggy, open a bit of that window, and take in
the papers that this gentleman will hand you. _There_, Sir, on the end
of your cane, if you please--very good.'

''Twill do, she has them. Thank you, Miss,' said the legal practitioner,
with a grin. 'Now, Ma'am, we'd best go to the Prerogative Court.'

Mary Matchwell laughed one of her pale malevolent laughs up at the maid
in the window, who stood there, with the papers in her hand, in a sort
of horror.

'Never mind,' said Mary Matchwell, to herself, and, getting swiftly into
the coach, she gleamed another ugly smile up at the window of The Mills,
as she adjusted her black attire.

'To the Prerogative Court,' said the attorney to the coachman.

'In that house I'll lie to-night,' said Mary Matchwell, with a terrible
mildness, as they drove away, still glancing back upon it, with her
peculiar smile; and then she leaned back, with a sneer of superiority on
her pallid features, and the dismal fatigue of the spirit that rests
not, looked savagely out from the deep, haggard windows of her eyes.

When Toole saw the vehicle fairly off, you may be sure he did not lose
time in getting into the house, and there conning over the papers, which
puzzled him unspeakably.

CHAP