"Yes," said Miss Greeby tartly. "Chaldea will make trouble."
"The child won't. I can manage her."
Miss Greeby hitched up her broad shoulders contemptuously. "She has managed you just now."
"There are ways and ways, and when the hour arrives, the sun rises to scatter the darkness," said Gentilla mystically. "Let the child win for the moment, for my turn comes."
"Then you know something?"
"What I know mustn't be said till the hour strikes. But content yourself, my Gorgious lady, with knowing that the child will make no trouble."
"She has parted with the letter?"
"I know of that letter. Hearne showed it to me, and would make for the big house, although I told him fair not to doubt his true wife."
"How did he get the letter?"
"That's tellings," said Mother Cockleshell with a wink of her lively eye.