for the answer. "I'm busy now, my dear," was the answer. "Don't disturb
me."

Mrs. Vanstone was, in another way, equally inaccessible. She remained
in her own room, with the female servants about her, immersed in endless
preparations for the approaching departure. The servants, little used
in that family to sudden resolutions and unexpected orders, were
awkward and confused in obeying directions. They ran from room to room
unnecessarily, and lost time and patience in jostling each other on
the stairs. If a stranger had entered the house that day, he might have
imagined that an unexpected disaster had happened in it, instead of an
unexpected necessity for a journey to London. Nothing proceeded in its
ordinary routine. Magdalen, who was accustomed to pass the morning at
the piano, wandered restlessly about the staircases and passages, and in
and out of doors when there were glimpses of fine weather. Norah, whose
fondness for reading had passed into a family proverb, took up book
after book from table and shelf, and laid them down again, in despair of
fixing her attention. Even Miss Garth felt the all-pervading influence
of the household disorganization, and sat alone by the morning-room
fire, with her head shaking ominously, and her work laid aside.

"Family affairs?" thought Miss Garth, pondering over Mrs. Vanstone's
vague explanatory words. "I have lived twelve years at Combe-Raven; and
these are the first family affairs which have got between the parents
and the children, in all my experience. What does it mean? Change? I
suppose I'm getting old. I don't like change."



CHAPTER II.