They would have it out that morning whatever it was, and be themselves again in the afternoon.

At least Charley would be.

To the moods of her governess she did not attach so much importance.
For the first time that morning the Fynes saw the front door of the awful house open and the objectionable young man issue forth, his rascality visible to their prejudiced eyes in his very bowler hat and in the smart cut of his short fawn overcoat.

He walked away rapidly like a man hurrying to catch a train, glancing from side to side as though he were carrying something off.

Could he be departing for good?
Undoubtedly, undoubtedly! But Mrs.Fyne's fervent "thank goodness" turned out to be a bit, as the Americans--some Americans--say "previous." In a very short time the odious fellow appeared again, strolling, absolutely strolling back, his hat now tilted a little on one side, with an air of leisure and satisfaction.