oor Miss Maria. "I always was deeply
interested in my darling Bee, and it's dreadful to think of her being
discussed and gossiped over, and me not present. You know, Martha, you
have a sharp tongue."

"This from you, Maria? You, who eat my bread. Well! Mrs. Gorman Stanley,
you are witness to this ingratitude."

"Oh, my dear good creatures, don't quarrel," said Mrs. Gorman Stanley.

She was a very phlegmatic woman, and hated scenes.

"If I were you, Mrs. Butler, I'd let poor Miss Peters stay," she added.
"I'm sure she's quite old enough."

"Mrs. Gorman Stanley, my sister is never old enough to listen to improper
subjects. Faithless, she is, ungrateful, perverse, but her innocence at
least I will respect. Maria, leave the room."

Poor Miss Maria slipped away. As she did so, she looked exactly like a
crushed brown moth. In the passage she stopped, glanced furtively around
her, and then, shocking to relate, put her ear to the key-hole. She felt
both sore and angry; they were saying horrid things of Beatrice, and
Miss Peters loved Beatrice.

Soon she went away, and burying her face in her little handkerchief,
sobbed bitterly.

Inside the drawing-room, Mrs. Butler and Mrs. Gorman Stanley were
holding awful conclave.

"You don't say, my dear, that she took the young man up to Miss Hart's
_private_ room? And who _is_ Miss Hart? And what's all this
fuss about? No, I'm glad Maria isn't here! I always tried to do my duty
by Maria, and a scandal of this kind she must not listen to. What does
it all mean, Mrs. Gorman Stanley? Is Beatrice Meadowsweet to be married
on Tuesday, or is she not?"

"My dear friend, I can't tell you. There are all sorts of rumors about.
I was at Perry's buying a yard of muslin, when Mrs. Morris came in. She
had her mouth pursed up, and her voice perfectly guttural from
bronchitis, so I knew she was keeping something in, and I made a point
of going up to her. I said, 'you have got some news, Mrs. Morris, and
you may as well out with it.' Then she told me."

"What? Mrs. Gorman Stanley, I trust you don't feel the draught from that
window. I'll shut it if you like. But what--what did she say?"

"Well, she said some queer things. Nobody can quite make out whether Bee
is to be married or not on Tuesday. Some say that Captain Bertram is
married already, and that his wife is living in seclusion at the
Bells'."

"At the Bells'? I'll go over at once and poke that mystery out. Maria!
_Maria_! She's su