How the shadow fell, I cannot quite remember--how people first began to find out there was something wrong at Tayne Hall.

Mrs.Eastwood, after a long interview with my mother, had gone away to the cottage, and Miss Reinhart had brought some person, whom she appeared to know very well, on the scene.
Many of the servants would believe that the new housekeeper was the governess' mother--there was a certain similarity of face and figure between them; whether it was so or not, mattered little.

From the hour that Mrs.Stone entered the house my dear mother's rule may be said to have ended; from that time domestic management may be summed up in a few words--constant opposition to my mother's wishes and constant, flattering attention to those of my father.

If my mother missed the little dainties that Mrs.Eastwood had lavished on her, my father appreciated to the full the comfortable arrangements, the punctuality over dinner, the bright and fresh appearance of everything.

Nor was Miss Reinhart slow in reminding him that he owed all this extra comfort to her selection of a good housekeeper.
It was but natural to suppose that Mrs.Stone looked upon the governess as the highest authority in the house after Sir Roland; she never appealed or applied to any one else; she never, I should say, even remembered the existence of my mother.