"I will tell Sir Roland that you desire to leave--there my business ends." "I beg your pardon, Miss Reinhart, there it does not end.

I have no wish to leave the place and family I love so well; but I say that I would rather leave than obey you." "I will word your message just as you wish," she said; "there shall be no mistake." I was with her when that conversation was repeated to Sir Roland, and I may say that was my first real experience in the real deceit of the world.

Repeated to him, it bore quite a different aspect; it was an insolent rebellion against proper authority, and my father resented it very much.
"Unless you had told me yourself, I would not have believed it, Miss Reinhart." "It is quite true," she replied, calmly, looking, in her exquisite morning dress, calm, sweet and unruffled as an angel.
I believe, honestly, that from that time she tried to make things worse.
Every day the feud increased, until the whole household seemed to be ranged one against the other.

If the housekeeper said one thing, Miss Reinhart at once said the opposite.

Then an appeal would be made to Sir Roland, who gradually became worn and worried of the very sound of it.
"You will do no good," said Miss Reinhart to my father, "until you have pensioned that old housekeeper off.