not a mother, “now the poor boy will go without his breakfast.” 

Presently, William was to be seen sneaking past the Hotel with a parcel in his hands. The Baroness pounced upon him like a cat upon a mouse. 

“William!” she cried from the balcony, “what ’ave you got in your ’and?” 

“Summat of my own, my lady!” 

“Bring it ’ere!” 

The man mounted the steps and stood before his mistress. He held a parcel in his hands, wrapped up in a table napkin. 

“Open that parcel!” said the Baroness. 

“Indeed, my lady, it’s only the shrimps as Master Robert left behind him and I thought they would make me a little relish on the sands, my lady!” 

“Open that parcel!” 

William obeyed, and disclosed the rolls and butter and peeled shrimps just as Bobby had left them. 

“You were going to take ’em down to Bobby on the beach!” 

“No, indeed, my lady!” 

“Confound you, Sir, don’t you lie to me!” exclaimed the Baroness, shaking her stick in his face, “I’ve ways and means of finding out things that you know nothing of! Throw that stuff into the road!” 

“But, my lady----” 

“Throw it into the road at once, or you may take your month’s warning! ’Ang it all! are you the mistress, or am I?” 

The servant threw a glance of enquiry in the direction of the Herr Baron but the Herr Baron kept his face well down in his plate, so after a pause, he walked to the side, and shook the contents of the napkin upon the Digue. 

“And now don’t you try any more of your tricks upon me or I’ll thrash you till your own mother won’t know you! You leave Bobby alone for the future, or it’ll be the worst day’s work you ever did! Remember that!” 

“Very good, my lady!” replied William, but as he left the balcony, he gave a look at the other occupants, which well conveyed his feelings on the subject. 

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