Ludlow had picked up at the Hague;
and while they were out of the room on this errand, I suppose the
question of remuneration was settled, for I heard no more of it.

When they came back, they were talking of Mr. Gray. Miss Galindo was
unsparing in her expressions of opinion about him: going much farther
than my lady--in her language, at least.

"A little blushing man like him, who can't say bo to a goose without
hesitating and colouring, to come to this village--which is as good a
village as ever lived--and cry us down for a set of sinners, as if we had
all committed murder and that other thing!--I have no patience with him,
my lady. And then, how is he to help us to heaven, by teaching us our, a
b, ab--b a, ba? And yet, by all accounts, that's to save poor children's
souls. O, I knew your ladyship would agree with me. I am sure my mother
was as good a creature as ever breathed the blessed air; and if she's not
gone to heaven I don't want to go there; and she could not spell a letter
decently. And does Mr. Gray think God took note of that?"

"I was sure you would agree with me, Miss Galindo," said my lady. "You
and I can remember how this talk about education--Rousseau, and his
writings--stirred up the French people to their Reign of Terror, and all
those bloody scenes."

"I'm afraid that Rousseau and Mr. Gray are birds of a feather," replied
Miss Galindo, shaking her head. "And yet there is some good in the young
man too. He sat up all night with Billy Davis, when his wife was fairly
worn out with nursing him."

"Did he, indeed!" said my lady, her face lighting up, as it always did
when she heard of any kind or generous action, no matter who performed
it. "What a pity he is bitten with these new revolutionary ideas, and is
so much for disturbing the established order of society!"

When Miss Galindo went, she left so favourable an impression of her visit
on my lady, that she said to me with a pleased smile--

"I think I have provided Mr. Horner with a far better clerk than he would
have made of that lad Gregson in twenty years. And I will send the lad
to my lord's grieve, in Scotland, that he may be kept out of harm's way."

But something happened to the lad before this purpose could be
accomplished.

CHAPTER X.

The next morning, Miss Galindo made her appearance, and, by some mistake,
unusual to my lady's well-trained servants, was shown into the room where
I was trying to walk; for a cer