CHAPTER XIII.
These questions--'Why did I come back ?--What am I going to do ?' were still ringing through Elizabeth's mind when, on the evening of her return, she entered the library to find the Squire eagerly waiting for her.
But the spectacle presented by the room quickly drove out other matters.

She stood aghast at the disorder which three weeks of the Squire's management had brought about.

Books on the floor and piled on the chairs--a dusty confusion of papers everywhere--drawers open and untidy--her reign of law seemed to have been wiped out.
'Oh, what a _dreadful_ muddle!' The Squire looked about him--abashed.
'Yes, it's awful--it's all that fellow Levasseur.

I ought to have turned him out sooner.

He's the most helpless, incompetent idiot.
But it won't take you very long to get straight?
I'll do anything you tell me.' He watched her face appealingly, like a boy in a scrape.