firmer compression of
her lips.
"No, Mrs. Brent, I don't defy you, but you have nothing to do with me,
and I shall not take any orders or any dismissal from you."
"Don't be impertinent to my----" burst forth from Jonas, and then he
stopped in confusion.
"To your--what?" asked Dan quickly.
"To my--nurse," faltered Jonas.
Dan looked suspiciously from one to the other.
"There's something between those two," he said to himself. "Something we
don't know of."
CHAPTER XXXVII.
MRS. BRENT'S PANIC.
The chambermaid in the Granville household was a cousin of Dan, older by
three years. She took a warm interest in Dan's welfare, though there was
nothing but cousinly affection between them.
Fresh from his interview with Mrs. Brent, Dan made his way to the
kitchen.
"Well, Aggie," he said, "I may have to say good-by soon."
"What, Dan! You're not for lavin', are you?" asked Aggie, in surprise.
"Mrs. Brent has just given me notice," answered Dan.
"Mrs. Brent! What business is it of her's, and how did it happen,
anyway?"
"She thinks it's her business, and it's all on account of that stuck-up
Philip."
"Tell me about it, Cousin Dan."
Dan did so, and wound up by repeating his young master's unfinished
sentence.
"It's my belief," he said, "that there's something between those two. If
there wasn't, why is Mrs. Brent here?"
"Why, indeed, Dan?" chimed in Aggie. "Perhaps I can guess something."
"What is it?"
"Never you mind. I'll only say I overheard Mrs. Brent one day speaking
to Master Philip, but she didn't call him Philip."
"What then?"
"JONAS! I'm ready to take my oath she called him Jonas."
"Perhaps that is his real name. He may have it for his middle name."
"I don't believe it. Dan, I've an idea. I'm going to see Mrs. Brent and
make her think I know something. You see?"
"Do as you think best, Aggie. I told her I wouldn't take a dismissal from
her."
Mrs. Brent was in her own room. She was not a woman who easily forgave,
and she was provoked with Dan, who had defied her authority. She knew
very well that in dismissing him she had wholly exceeded her authority,
but this, as may readily be supposed, did not make her feel any more
friendly to the young gardener. Jonas artfully led her indignation.
"Dan doesn't have much respect for you, mother," he said. "He doesn't
mind you any more than he does a kitchen-girl."
"He may find he has made a mistake," said Mrs. Brent, a brig
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