Royall

A girl came out of lawyer Royall's house, at the end of the one street of North Dormer, and stood on the doorstep.

She knew that Mrs. Royall was sad and timid and weak; she knew that lawyer Royall was harsh and violent, and still weaker.

Miss Hatchard reasoned with her kindly, but to no purpose; she simply repeated: "I guess Mr. Royall's too lonesome."

It was not in the room known at the red house as Mr. Royall's "office" that he received his infrequent clients.

Mrs. Royall died seven or eight years later; and by that time Charity had taken the measure of most things about her.