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A pretty medley was revolving in old Mildred's brain as she stood outside this door, on the gallery. The epileptic old soldier, the puce gros de Naples, Tom on outpost duty on Cressley Common -- had he come back? Charles Fairfield, perhaps, in the house, and that foolish poor young wife in her room, in the centre, and herself the object of all this manoeuvring and conspiring; quite unconscious. Mildred had a good many wires to her fingers just now; could she possibly work them all and keep the show going?
She was listening now, wondering whether Master Charles had arrived, wondering whether the young lady was asleep, and wondering, most of all, why she had been fool enough to meddle in other people's affairs. "What the dickens was it to her if they was all in kingdom come? If Mildred was a-roastin' they wouldn't, not one of 'em, walk across the yard there, to take her off the spit -- la, bless you, not a foot."