She smoothed the pillows. She picked up the dress and set to work. She let it out a little; she lengthened it. And all the time she talked soothingly to Mrs. Masterman of her grandmother's illnesses. For an hour she worked on the dress; she slipped out of her own and tried it on. The change was effective. Never again, thought Carolan, shall I wear that hideous convict's yellow.

Mrs. Masterman began to be nervous.

"What will the master say?”

"Do you think he will notice?" asked Carolan, slyly.

"Perhaps he will not," said Mrs. Masterman.

"Read to me a little, Carolan.”

She read, but she did not know what she was reading; she was longing to get down to the kitchen, to flaunt her new dress. Margery's face!

Jin's, Poll's, Esther's! She hoped Marcus would look in at the window.

She laughed inwardly. Life was turning out to be quite amusing after all. What other woman, arriving on the convict ship, had found such an easy way of life as she had! What others would be wearing a green afternoon frock such as this! Some of those in the brothels perhaps.

What a life! She did not need to use her body; she could use her brains.

Mr. Masterman came in while she was reading. He often came in while she was there. He saw her in the green dress, her red hair falling about her face. She smiled at him demurely, yet with a challenge daring him to suggest it was not in order for her to wear it. He said to his wife in his clear, pseudo-cultured voice: "How are you today?”

"Much the same I'm afraid, thank you.”

"The Jenkinsons want us to dine there tomorrow if you are well enough.”

"I rather doubt that I shall be.”

"I thought so.”

He stood by the bed. Carolan busied herself with her sewing, but she was aware of his attention focused on her, and she knew that the words were spoken automatically; he was not thinking of the woman on the bed, because he could not tear his thoughts and eyes away from her.

He went out.

Mrs. Masterman said: "He did not say anything. I do not believe he would notice anything outside business. He is a most unobservant man!”

Carolan was silent.

"Although," went on her mistress, "I did think I saw him looking in your direction rather curiously." Carolan laughed. That was the supreme moment of. triumph.

She was the real mistress of the house; mistress of them both if she cared to be.

The girl, Margery told herself, was intolerable. What airs! Who ever heard the like? A convict, not three months in the house, and riding rough-shod over all! She had come to giving orders in the kitchen!

"Mrs. Masterman will not like the table laid this way. Mrs. Masterman hates dirty glasses!" Mrs. Masterman this and Mrs. Masterman that! Then Mr. Masterman ... "Mr. Masterman is asking some friends tonight.

This is the menu.”

Who was in charge of this kitchen? That was the question Margery wanted to ask.

Once it was not Mrs. Masterman nor yet Mr. Masterman, but II "I cannot have these flowers any longer in Mrs. Masterman's room. The water positively stinks!”

The airs! The graces! Wearing the mistress's cast-off clothes. Oh, she had bewitched the mistress completely. But what was wrong with the master? Why didn't he put down the foot of authority?

If you ask me, said Margery into her glass of grog- for whom else had she to talk to, with Jin, the slut, for ever creeping out to the backyard for a word or something more with James, and Poll with her slavering mouth and her doll, little more than an idiot, and Esther walking on air because she was in love? -if you ask me, he's only too glad to quieten the mistress; he'd put up with anything, even a convict servant, flaunting all over the house.

Oh, but she was lovely! So lovely it did something to your inside to watch her. Made you think of years and years back, and wish you were young again. And what was the -good of getting angry, wouldn't most women have been the same?

Funny it was to see what love did to people. Herself and James, Jin and James, Poll and her doll, Esther with that Marcus, and Tom Blake with Carolan.

People do funny things when their emotions are aroused -didn't she know it! She hadn't known life and known men for nothing. And when you have been young and full of adventure, it comes hard to take a back seat. Fun too to try your hands at working things... not necessarily the way you want them to go, but just poking about here and there ... a jerk at this one, a push at that... It gives a feeling of being something more important than just an old woman taking a back seat by the chimney corner, grumbling into her grog.

Pride goeth before a fall, Miss Carolan, and you're mighty proud; the proudest piece I've ever clapped eyes on. Oh, but so lovely to the eyes, soft skin and budding beauty, and eyes of green behind whose haughtiness passion could burn and tenderness glow. It wasn't surprising that Marcus loved her, and Tom Blake loved her, and the mistress had got interested in her. But she was walking with her head in the clouds, the silly puss, who thought herself so sly, she didn't watch her steps. You had to watch your step all the time in life. When you were eighteen and so beautiful your head got tilted too high so that you couldn't see the ground, you didn't know so much, you weren't so very wise and the trouble lay in the fact, that you thought yourself the wisest soul on earth. Now Marcus, he wanted her sure enough, for all his goings on with the other, but he was a man who could love halt a dozen women at once, and that sort has to be watched. And Tom Blake, he might be the faithful sort, but he wasn't her sort; she'd tire of him in a month, that's if she ever liked him enough at the start. And the graces of a mistress are like a house built on shifting sands ... there right enough one minute, and gone the next.

Margery laughed so much that tears fell into her puddings. Her eyes were beady, black and sharp as needles. There were things she had suspected for a long time. She bided her time, waiting; it was good fun waiting. Is it? No, it ain't. By God, it is! By God, I'm sure it is!

This is funny. It ain't the things that happen; it's the people they happen to. It's people that make the drama and the comedy, not just events. It's her and him, and her again. Oh, this is funny; this is side-splitting! Serve her right, the proud hussy. Esther the mealy-mouthed, the prayer-maker looked strange these days, peaked and frightened, exalted, queer. Her face beneath that cloud of glorious hair was drawn. She was frightened.

Is it? No, it ain't. But it is Of course it is!

Oh. Mistress Carolan, Mistress Carolan! Here is a shock for you!

Tell her today No, wait a little. Store your secret. Have fun with it, play with it. How to begin? Not an expression of her face must be lost, not an inflexion of her voice.

She came into the kitchen one late afternoon; she was wearing the green dress the mistress had given her and allowed her to alter. It was tight across her breasts and it made her skin glow and her hair, glossy from the brush, hung about her face. She walked like a lady... and her a convict, a thief I But Margery always softened when she was there, liked to watch her eyelashes sweep up and down, liked to stroke the soft skin of her arms: her hands were whitening, growing soft, and she, unbelievable insolent, used the mistress's polish on her nails. When she was there, Margery put off telling; there were times when she felt she could not bear to hurt her, when she liked to listen to her all but giving orders, liked to watch the proud tilt of her head.

She said now: "Well ducky, have a cup of tea, will you. love? I'll tell Poll to make it.”

"I cannot stay," said Mistress Carolan.

"I have to be upstairs.”

The airs! The graces! Too good to drink a cup of tea at Margery's table, Margery who had been good to her when she had come from the ship a poor, lousy, shivering creature!

"A word in your ear," said Margery, a dull flush rising to her cheeks.

"I have not very much time to spare," she said.

You'll have time to spare for this, me lady! Margery looked through the window to where Esther and Poll were pumping water in the yard: "It's what the master will say that worries me. I always thought Jin would be the one. I didn't think it would be her.”

"What do you mean?”

"What ain't you noticed?”

"Noticed what?”

"What's happened to her!" She nodded through the window at the two girls at the pump.

"Poll?”

"The other one.”

"Why," said Carolan, 'what has happened?”

"Can't you see? You've got eyes in your head, ain't you? Oh, I know what it is, them eyes is too busy upstairs to notice what's going on down here among us humble folk.”

"Esther...”

"She fainted clean away yesterday. Where's your eyes, girl? But, deary me, I reckon a lady wouldn't be noticing such things.”

"Esther..." said Carolan again. '... has been up to what ain't respectable. That's about the long and the short of it.”

Carolan turned on her.

"You're a coarse old woman! Esther fainted then she is ill. How can anyone endure this sort of life ...?”

"Well, there is them that gets themselves a place upstairs, but it ain't so good for us ordinary folks, that I will admit. But if ever I see a girl in trouble, I see one now.”

"But Esther... Esther... it isn't possible! She...”

"Ah! It's the quiet ones what go wrong: I've seen it before. One little slip and down they go, sliding down to perdition. Whereas our kind ... you and me ..." She nudged Carolan, winking one eye.