St.George with Todd and the four dogs--six in all--arrived, despite Kate's protestations, on foot.
Pawson met him at the door.

He had given up his boarding-house and had transferred his traps and parcels to the floor above--into Harry's old room, really--in order that the additional rent--( he had now taken entire charge of Temple's finances)--might help in the payment of the interest on the mortgage.

He had thought this all out while St.George was at Wesley and had moved in without notifying him, that being the best way to solve the problem--St.George still retaining his bedroom and dining-room and the use of the front door.

Jemima, too, had gone.
She wanted, so she had told her master the day he left with Kate, to take a holiday and visit some of her people who lived down by the Marsh Market in an old rookery near the Falls, and would come back when he sent for her; but Todd had settled all that the morning of his arrival, the moment he caught sight of her black face.
"Ain't no use yo' comin' back," the darky blurted out.

"I'm gwineter do de cookin' and de chamber-wo'k.