But it would be far worse if Mr Armstrong were to go away too.

You'll stay, won't you, dear Mr Armstrong ?" Dear Mr Armstrong jerked his eye-glass by way of assent, and said he was sure everybody would miss Miss Oliphant and-- and he would say good- bye now, as he had some letters to get off by the post.
Miss Rosalind, who had just been thinking a little kindly of the tutor, stiffened somewhat at this abrupt exit, and thought Mr Armstrong might at least have offered to escort her over to her new quarters.
To tell the truth, that poor gentleman would have given a finger off his hand for the chance, and retired to his room very dejected about the whole business--so dejected that he fidgeted about his room a good while before he noticed a note addressed to himself, in Captain Oliphant's hand, lying on the table.

He opened it and read-- "Mr Frank Armstrong is informed that his services as tutor to Roger Ingleton will not be required after this day month, the 25th _prox_.
Mr Armstrong is at liberty to remain at Maxfield until that date, or may leave at once on accepting a month's wages in lieu of notice .-- For the Executors of Roger Ingleton,-- "Edward Oliphant." The tutor's lips curled into a grim smile as he perused this pleasing document, and then tossed it into the waste-paper basket.

He relieved his feelings with a few chords on the piano, and then, after a few more uneasy turns in his room, went off to call on his co-trustee.
On his way down-stairs he met Rosalind and her escort about to take their departure.
"Come along with us, do!" said Tom.

"We're just going to trot Rosalind over to her diggings, and then we can have a high old lark in the paddock on our way back." "The programme is not attractive, Thomas," said the tutor.