CHAPTER XXXIX.
Mrs.Gallilee's maid looked at her watch, when the carriage left Mr.
Mool's house.

"We shall be nearly an hour late, before we get home," she said.
"It's my fault, Marceline.

Tell your mistress the truth, if she questions you.

I shall not think the worse of you for obeying your orders." "I'd rather lose my place, Miss, than get you into trouble." The woman spoke truly, Carmina's sweet temper had made her position not only endurable, but delightful: she had been treated like a companion and a friend.

But for that circumstance--so keenly had Marceline felt the degradation of being employed as a spy--she would undoubtedly have quitted Mrs.Gallilee's service.
On the way home, instead of talking pleasantly as usual, Carmina was silent and sad.