Miss Reinhart was valiant, but Mrs.Eastwood was more valiant still.

The whole household ranged itself on one side or the other.

The old servants were all on the housekeeper's side, the new ones went with Miss Reinhart.
"A house divided against itself cannot stand." Ours did not.

Before long the rival powers came into collision, and there was a declaration of war--war to the knife! Miss Reinhart, "speaking solely in the interests of Sir Roland," wished the dinner hour to be changed; it would be more convenient and suitable to Sir Roland if it were an hour later.

The housekeeper said that to make it an hour later would be to disturb all the arrangements of the house, and it could not be done.
Miss Reinhart said it was the duty of the housekeeper to obey.
The housekeeper said that she was accustomed to take her orders from the master and mistress of the house, and that she did not recognize that of the governess.
"You will be compelled to recognize mine, Mrs.Eastwood, if you remain here," she said.
"Then I shall not remain," said the old housekeeper, trembling with indignation, which was exactly what Miss Reinhart had desired her to say.
"You had better tell Sir Roland yourself," said my governess, in her cold, impassive manner.