"Then give it to them, Hazel. My dear child, what a ridiculous fuss you do make?"

"But, mother, do you not understand--do you not see that I have no money, and no means of making it up?"

"Really, Hazel, you are too absurd," said Mrs Thorne with forced levity. "What is the ridiculous amount?"

"Between twenty and thirty pounds."

"Absurd! Why, I have often given as much, or more, for a new dress.

There, get the money from the school people--Mr Lambent, Mr Burge, or somebody--and pray do not bother me about it any more."

"Mother, dear mother," cried Hazel, "have you no thought? Tell me, have you any of this money left?"

"Of course not, and I must beg of you not to address me in so disrespectful a manner. It is a very good thing that your little sisters are not awake. I would not have them hear you speak to me like this on any consideration."

"How ever could you think of taking the money?"

"Now, this is too absurd; Hazel, when you leave me for days together without a penny. Why, I have even been obliged to go to Mrs Chute to borrow a shilling before now."

"You have borrowed shillings of Mrs Chute, mother?"

"To be sure I have, my dear; and of course I had to pay them back. She said it was absurd not to use the school pence."

"She told you that?" cried Hazel quickly.

"Yes, my dear; and she said that both she and Mr Chute often used the pence, and made the sum up again when he took his salary. There, I am sleepy. For goodness' sake, put away that box and get to bed, and don't be so ridiculous."

Hazel looked piteously at her mother, and stood hesitating for a few minutes, asking herself what she was to do in such a strait, for it seemed as if Mrs Thorne had quite lost all sense of right and wrong.

Was this really, then, the reason why her mother had expressed such a keen desire to got. It seemed like it, and this explained a great deal; for as Hazel studied her appearance more, it became evident to her that the poor woman was in a state of intense nervous trepidation, and that she hardly dare meet her daughter's eye.

"Mother," said Hazel at length, "the churchwarden will be here to-morrow, asking me for this money. What am I to say?"

"Say nothing, you foolish child! Pay him out of some other money."

"You know, mother, that I have no other money whatever."

"Then tell him to wait, like any other trades-person. He is only a common man. Such people as these must take their money when they can get it."

"Are you wilfully blinding yourself to the fact, mother, that we have committed a theft in using this money?"

"My dear, absurd child--"

"That it is as great a trouble as that from the consequences of which poor, foolish Percy has just been rescued by Mr Burge?"

"Then go to Mr Burge, Hazel, and tell him that you were obliged to use the money because the salary is so small. He will give you the amount directly, my dear;" and she nodded and smiled as she eagerly reiterated her advice.

"Mother, mother, what are you thinking of?"

"I'm thinking of what is for the best, Hazel, under the circ.u.mstances,"

said Mrs Thorne pompously.

"Mother," cried Hazel excitedly, for she was now regularly unstrung, "I could not degrade myself by going and asking Mr Burge for that money, and I dare not face the churchwarden to-morrow when he comes. You took the money--cruelly took the money that was not mine--and I must send him to you."

"No--no; no, no, my dear Hazel, I could not, I will not see him! It is impossible. I dare not face him, Hazel. No, no! Let us go away; there is plenty of time. Let us go and settle down somewhere else, and let them forget all about it. They soon will."

"Mother, are you bereft of your senses?" said Hazel. "Oh, for shame, for shame! How could we go away and leave such a name behind us? How could I ever hold up my head again? Oh, how could you? How could you?"

"I'm sure, my dear, I never thought it would cause all this trouble, or I wouldn't have taken the paltry, rubbishing money. But Hazel, Hazel,"

she cried, glancing round in an excited manner, "you--you don't think-- you don't think--they'd take me up for it? Hazel, it would kill me; I'm sure it would. I've been frightened, my dear, ever since I took the first packet; but taking one seemed to make me take another."

"Mother," said Hazel, as a thought flashed across her mind, "does Mrs Chute know that you took this money?"

"Yes, my dear; I told her every time, and she said it was quite right and the best thing I could do. Oh, my dear child, pray, pray do something! Let's--let's run away, Hazel; and take all we can carry, and leave the rest."

"Be silent mother. Sit down, and let me think," said Hazel in a cold, hard voice.

"Oh, don't speak to me like that Hazel!" cried Mrs Thorne reproachfully. "What have I done to deserve it?"

Hazel glanced at her wonderingly, for the poor woman's words were absurd; but she had evidently spoken in all sincerity, and there was a mute agony of mind and appeal in her countenance, which made her child feel that it would be folly to look upon her any more as one who was thoroughly answerable for her actions.

"Hadn't we better go, Hazel?" she said again. "This is a miserable place, and we should be better away. The people are not nice. We could get a long way off by morning, and then we shouldn't be worried any more about this wretched school money."

"Pray, pray be quiet, mother!" said Hazel wearily; "you distract me!"

"Ah! you are beginning to feel what trouble is now. I've--had my share, Hazel."

"Mother, will you be silent, and let me try to think of some way out of this difficulty?"

"Of course I will, my dear; though I don't see why you should speak so pertly to me, and show such want of respect for your poor, bereaved mother. For my part, I don't think you need trouble your head about it.

The churchwarden will know that you are a lady, and if, as a lady, you give him your word that you will send the money to him--say to-morrow or next day, or next week--I'm sure it cannot be particular to a few days."

Hazel covered her face with her hands, resting her elbows upon her knees, while Mrs Thorne went maundering on; and as the poor girl sat there, mingled with her thoughts came her mother's garrulity. Now it was strong advice to go at once to Mr Burge, who, in spite of his vulgarity, was very rich and well-disposed. Mrs Thorne said that she would not for a moment mind asking him herself, and that would settle the matter at once.

Then she thought that Mr Lambent, who, in spite of his stiffness, was a thorough gentleman, had displayed a good deal of interest in Hazel. He would lend her the money in a moment if he had it; but then Mrs Thorne was not sure that he had got it, and he might not be able to get it in time; for, as Hazel would know when she grew older, clergymen were very often short of money, especially curates; and if she, Mrs Thorne, had her time to come over again, she should never listen to the attentions of a curate. Yes: Mr Lambent would, of course, lend the money if he had it, for he was a perfect gentleman, and could not, of course, refuse a lady; but then he might not have it and if this were the case, all he could do would be to speak to the churchwarden and tell him to wait.

Then there was Mr Canninge, a very gentlemanly man, who might be quite ready to advance the amount as a sort of donation to the school, especially as Hazel was so genteel, and ladylike. She felt that she rather liked Mr Canninge, and if she were Hazel she should be very particular how she behaved to Mr Canninge--for there was no knowing.

Some gentlemen had common-sense enough not to look for money, and she had her suspicions on the day of the school feast.

"Yes," rattled Mrs Thorne, "he was very attentive that day. I remarked it several times. I have a very observant eye, Hazel, for that sort of thing, and depend upon it my dear, if you play your cards properly, there are far more unlikely things than your becoming mistress of Ardley Hall. Yes; I should say that you might very well send Mr Canninge a nicely-worded note, written on thoroughly good paper--in fact, I'd get some for the purpose--and take pains with your writing, so as to let him see that you are a lady. I should tell him that a sudden demand has been made upon you for fifty pounds--yes, I'd make it fifty pounds, anything under looks so paltry, and as if you were a common begging-letter writer. I don't know but what I'd make it a hundred while I was about it. The extra money would be so useful, my dear; you could buy yourself a few dresses with it and make yourself more attractive. You would be sure to win Mr Canninge, I feel certain. The very fact of your showing him that you look upon him almost as a friend would be sufficient to make, as it were, a link between you. Ah! my dear, if young people would only think a little more of their advantages they would be far more successful in life."

Here Mrs Thorne yawned very audibly, and looked at Hazel, who was still bending down, hearing everything, and struggling at the same time to see her way out of the difficulty before them, and to keep back the feelings of misery and degradation aroused by her mother's words.

"She has actually gone to sleep!" said Mrs Thorne, who seemed quite to have forgotten the terrors of the past few hours. "Ah, these young people--these young people! Heigh-ho!--has--have--Dear me, how sleepy I am! I think I'll go to bed."

She glanced at Hazel, and hesitated for a moment, as if about to touch her, but directly after she left the room, saying--

"I won't wake her. Poor girl! she works very hard, and must be terribly tired."