Wasn't he called your beau ?" said Hilary mischievously, upon which Selina drew herself up in great indignation.
And then they fell to talking of that anxious question--Ascott's future.

A little they reproached themselves that they had left the lad so long in London--so long out of the influence that might have counteracted the evil, sharply hinted in his godfather's letter.

But once away--to lure him back to their poor home was impossible.
"Suppose we were to go to him," suggested Hilary.
The poor and friendless possess one great advantage--they have nobody to ask advice of; nobody to whom it matters much what they do or where they go.

The family mind has but to make itself up, and act accordingly.

Thus within an hour or two of the receipt of Mr.
Ascott's letter Hilary went into the kitchen, and told Elizabeth that as soon as her work was done Miss Leaf wished to have a little talk with her.
"Eh! what's wrong?
Has Miss Selina been a-grumbling at me ?" Elizabeth was in one of her bad humors, which, though of course they never ought to have, servants do have as well as their superiors.
Hilary perceived this by the way she threw the coals on and tossed the chairs about.