ill-temperwas
in
you
,
you
would
only
be
the
crosser
for
being
indulged
—
at
least
,
so
books
say
.
And
I
am
sure
myself
,
that
it
is
not
whether
things
are
disagreeable
or
not
,
but
whether
one
's
will
is
with
them
,
that
signifies
.
'
'
I
do
n't
quite
understand
.
'
'
Why
—
I
have
seen
the
boys
do
for
play
,
and
done
myself
,
what
would
have
been
a
horrid
hardship
if
one
had
been
made
to
do
it
.
I
never
liked
any
lessons
as
well
as
those
I
did
without
being
obliged
,
and
always
,
when
there
is
a
thing
I
hate
very
much
in
itself
,
I
can
get
up
an
interest
in
it
,
by
resolving
that
I
will
do
it
well
,
or
fast
,
or
something
—
if
I
can
stick
my
will
to
it
,
it
is
like
a
lever
,
and
it
is
done
.
Now
,
I
think
it
must
be
the
same
with
you
,
only
your
will
is
more
easily
set
at
it
than
mine
.
'
'
What
makes
me
uncomfortable
is
,
that
I
feel
as
if
I
never
followed
anything
but
my
will
.
'
Ethel
screwed
up
her
face
,
as
if
the
eyes
of
her
mind
were
pursuing
some
thought
almost
beyond
her
.
'
If
our
will
and
our
duty
run
the
same
,
'
she
said
,
'
that
ca
n't
be
wrong
.
The
better
people
are
,
the
more
they
"
love
what
He
commands
,
"
you
know
.
In
Heaven
they
have
no
will
but
His
.
'
'
Oh
!
but
Ethel
,
'
cried
Meta
,
distressed
,
'
that
is
putting
it
too
high
.
Wo
n't
you
understand
what
I
mean
?
We
have
learnt
so
much
lately
about
selfdenial
,
and
crossing
one
's
own
inclinations
,
and
enduring
hardness
.
And
here
I
live
with
two
dear
kind
people
,
who
only
try
to
keep
every
little
annoyance
from
my
path
.
I
ca
n't
wish
for
a
thing
without
getting
it
—
I
am
waited
on
all
day
long
,
and
I
feel
like
one
of
the
women
that
are
at
ease
—
one
of
the
careless
daughters
.
'
'
I
think
still
papa
would
say
it
was
your
happy
contented
temper
that
made
you
find
no
vexation
.
'
'
But
that
sort
of
temper
is
not
goodness
.
I
was
born
with
it
;
I
never
did
mind
anything
,
not
even
being
punished
,
they
say
,
unless
I
knew
papa
was
grieved
,
which
always
did
make
me
unhappy
enough
.
I
laughed
,
and
went
to
play
most
saucily
,
whatever
they
did
to
me
.
If
I
had
striven
for
the
temper
,
it
would
be
worth
having
,
but
it
is
my
nature
.
And
Ethel
,
'
she
added
,
in
a
low
voice
,
as
the
tears
came
into
her
eyes
,
'
do
n't
you
remember
last
Sunday
?
I
felt
myself
so
vain
and
petted
a
thing
!
as
if
I
had
no
share
in
the
Cup
of
suffering
,
and
did
not
deserve
to
call
myself
a
member
—
it
seemed
ungrateful
.
'
Ethel
felt
ashamed
,
as
she
heard
of
warmer
feelings
than
her
own
had
been
,
expressed
in
that
lowered
trembling
voice
,
and
she
sought
for
the
answer
that
would
only
come
to
her
mind
in
sense
,
not
at
first
in
words
.
'
Discipline
,
'
said
she
,
'
would
not
that
show
the
willingness
to
have
the
part
?
Taking
the
right
times
for
refusing
oneself
some
pleasant
thing
.
'
'
Would
not
that
be
only
making
up
something
for
oneself
?
'
said
Meta
.
'
No
,
the
Church
orders
it
.
It
is
in
the
Prayer-book
,
'
said
Ethel
.
'
I
mean
one
can
do
little
secret
things
—
not
read
story-books
on
those
days
,
or
keep
some
tiresome
sort
of
work
for
them
.
It
is
very
trumpery
,
but
it
keeps
the
remembrance
,
and
it
is
not
so
much
as
if
one
did
not
heed
.
'
'
I
'll
think
,
'
said
Meta
,
sighing
.
'
If
only
I
felt
myself
at
work
,
not
to
please
myself
,
but
to
be
of
use
.
Ha
!
'
she
cried
,
springing
up
,
'
I
do
believe
I
see
Dr.
May
coming
!
'
'
Let
us
run
and
meet
him
,
'
said
Ethel
.
They
did
so
,
and
he
called
out
his
wishes
of
many
happy
returns
of
blithe
days
to
the
little
birthday
queen
,
then
added
,
'
You
both
look
grave
,
though
—
have
they
deserted
you
?
'
'
No
,
papa
,
we
have
been
having
a
talk
,
'
said
Ethel
.
'
May
I
tell
him
,
Meta
?
I
want
to
know
what
he
says
.
'
Meta
had
not
bargained
for
this
,
but
she
was
very
much
in
earnest
,
and
there
was
nothing
formidable
in
Dr.
May
,
so
she
assented
.
'
Meta
is
longing
to
be
at
work
—
she
thinks
she
is
of
no
use
,
'
said
Ethel
—
'
she
says
she
never
does
anything
but
please
herself
.
'
'
Pleasing
oneself
is
not
the
same
as
trying
to
please
oneself
,
'
said
Dr.
May
,
kindly
.
'
And
she
thinks
it
cannot
be
safe
or
right
,
'
added
Ethel
,
'
to
live
that
happy
bright
life
,
as
if
people
without
care
or
trouble
could
not
be
living
as
Christians
are
meant
to
live
.
Is
that
it
,
Meta
?
'
'
Yes
,
I
think
it
is
,
'
said
Meta
.
'
I
seem
to
be
only
put
here
to
be
made
much
of
!
'
'
What
did
David
say
,
Meta
?
'
returned
Dr.
May
.
'
Then
you
think
,
'
said
Meta
,
much
touched
,
'
that
I
ought
to
look
on
this
as
"
the
pastures
fair
,
"
and
be
thankful
.
I
hope
I
was
not
unthankful
.
'
'
O
,
no
,
'
said
Ethel
.
'
It
was
the
wish
to
bear
hardness
,
and
be
a
good
soldier
,
was
it
not
?
'
'
Ah
!
my
dear
,
'
he
said
,
'
the
rugged
path
and
dark
valley
will
come
in
His
own
fit
time
.
Depend
upon
it
,
the
good
Shephered
is
giving
you
what
is
best
for
you
in
the
green
meadow
,
and
if
you
lay
hold
on
His
rod
and
staff
in
your
sunny
days
.
—
'
He
stopped
short
,
and
turned
to
his
daughter
.
'
Ethel
,
they
sang
that
Psalm
the
first
Sunday
I
brought
your
mamma
home
!
'
Meta
was
much
affected
,
and
began
to
put
together
what
the
father
and
daughter
had
said
.
Perhaps
the
little
modes
of
secret
discipline
,
of
which
Ethel
had
spoken
,
might
be
the
true
means
of
clasping
the
staff
—
perhaps
she
had
been
impatient
,
and
wanting
in
humility
in
craving
for
the
strife
,
when
her
armour
was
scarce
put
on
.
Dr.
May
spoke
once
again
.
'
Do
n't
let
anyone
long
for
external
trial
.
The
offering
of
a
free
heart
is
the
thing
.
To
offer
praise
is
the
great
object
of
all
creatures
in
heaven
and
earth
.
If
the
happier
we
are
,
the
more
we
praise
,
then
all
is
well
.
'
But
the
serious
discussion
was
suddenly
broken
off
.
Others
had
seen
Dr.
May
's
approach
,
and
Harry
and
Mary
rushed
down
in
dismay
at
their
story
having
,
as
they
thought
,
been
forestalled
.
However
,
they
had
it
all
to
themselves
,
and
the
Doctor
took
up
the
subject
as
keenly
as
could
have
been
hoped
,
but
the
poor
boy
being
still
fast
asleep
,
after
,
probably
,
much
fatigue
,
he
would
not
then
waken
him
to
examine
him
,
but
came
and
sat
down
in
the
semicircle
,
formed
by
a
terraced
bank
of
soft
turf
,
where
Mrs.
Larpent
,
Mrs.
Wilmot
,
Richard
,
and
Flora
,
had
for
some
time
taken
up
their
abode
.
Meta
brought
him
the
choice
little
basket
of
fruit
which
she
had
saved
for
him
,
and
all
delighted
in
having
him
there
,
evidently
enjoying
the
rest
and
sport
very
much
,
as
he
reposed
on
the
fragrant
slope
,
eating
grapes
,
and
making
inquiries
as
to
the
antiquities
lately
discovered
.
Norman
gave
an
exceedingly
droll
account
of
the
great
Roman
Emperor
,
Tiberius
V.
V.
,
and
Meta
,
correcting
it
,
there
was
a
regular
gay
skirmish
of
words
,
which
entertained
everyone
extremely
—
above
all
,
Meta
's
indignation
when
the
charge
was
brought
home
to
her
of
having
declared
the
'
old
Duke
'
exactly
like
in
turns
to
Domitian
and
Tiberius
—
his
features
quite
forbidding
.
This
lasted
till
the
younger
ones
,
who
had
been
playing
and
rioting
till
they
were
tired
,
came
up
,
and
throwing
themselves
down
on
the
grass
,
Blanche
petitioned
for
something
that
everyone
could
play
at
.
Meta
proposed
what
she
called
the
story
play
.
One
was
to
be
sent
out
of
earshot
,
and
the
rest
to
agree
upon
a
word
,
which
was
then
to
be
guessed
by
each
telling
a
story
,
and
introducing
the
word
into
it
,
not
too
prominently
.
Meta
volunteered
to
guess
,
and
Harry
whispered
to
Mary
it
would
be
no
go
,
but
,
in
the
meantime
,
the
word
was
found
,
and
Blanche
eagerly
recalled
Meta
,
and
sat
in
the
utmost
expectation
and
delight
.
Meta
turned
first
to
Richard
,
but
he
coloured
distressfully
,
and
begged
that
Flora
might
tell
his
story
for
him
—
he
should
only
spoil
the
game
.
Flora
,
with
a
little
tinge
of
graceful
reluctance
,
obeyed
.
'
No
woman
had
been
to
the
summit
of
Mont
Blanc
,
'
she
said
,
'
till
one
young
girl
,
named
Marie
,
resolved
to
have
this
glory
.
The
guides
told
her
it
was
madness
,
but
she
persevered
.
She
took
the
staff
,
and
everything
requisite
and
,
following
a
party
,
began
the
ascent
.
She
bravely
supported
every
fatigue
,
climbed
each
precipice
,
was
undaunted
by
the
giddy
heights
she
attained
,
bravely
crossed
the
fields
of
snow
,
supported
the
bitter
cold
,
and
finally
,
though
suffering
severely
,
arrived
at
the
topmost
peak
,
looked
forth
where
woman
had
never
looked
before
,
felt
her
heart
swell
at
the
attainment
of
her
utmost
ambition
,
and
the
name
of
Marie
was
inscribed
as
that
of
the
woman
who
alone
has
had
the
glory
of
standing
on
the
summit
of
the
Giant
of
the
Alps
.
'
It
was
prettily
enunciated
,
and
had
a
pleasing
effect
.
Meta
stood
conning
the
words
—
woman
—
giant
—
mountain
—
glory
—
and
begged
for
another
tale
.
'
Mine
shall
not
be
so
stupid
as
Flora
's
,
'
said
Harry
.
'
We
have
an
old
sailor
on
board
the
Alcestis
—
a
giant
he
might
be
for
his
voice
—
but
he
sailed
once
in
the
Glory
of
the
West
,
and
there
they
had
a
monkey
that
was
picked
up
in
Africa
,
and
one
day
this
old
fellow
found
his
queer
messmate
,
as
he
called
him
,
spying
through
a
glass
,
just
like
the
captain
.
The
captain
had
a
glorious
collection
of
old
coins
,
and
the
like
,
dug
up
in
some
of
the
old
Greek
colonies
,
and
whenever
Master
Monkey
saw
him
overhauling
them
,
he
would
get
out
a
brass
button
,
or
a
card
or
two
,
and
turn
'
em
over
,
and
chatter
at
them
,
and
glory
over
them
,
quite
knowing
—
'
said
Harry
,
imitating
the
gesture
,
'
and
I
dare
say
he
saw
V.
V.
,
and
Tiberius
Cæsar
,
as
well
as
the
best
of
them
.
'
'
Thank
you
,
Mr.
Harry
,
'
said
Meta
.
'
I
think
we
are
at
no
loss
for
monkeys
here
.
But
I
have
not
the
word
yet
.
Who
comes
next
?
Ethel
—
'
'
I
shall
blunder
,
I
forewarn
you
,
'
said
Ethel
,
'
but
this
is
mine
.
"
There
was
a
young
king
,
who
had
an
old
tutor
,
whom
he
despised
because
he
was
so
strict
,
so
he
got
rid
of
him
,
and
took
to
idle
sport
.
One
day
,
when
he
was
out
hunting
in
a
forest
,
a
white
hind
came
and
ran
before
him
,
till
she
guided
him
to
a
castle
,
and
there
he
found
a
lady
,
all
dressed
in
white
,
with
a
beamy
crown
on
her
head
,
and
so
nobly
beautiful
,
that
he
fell
in
love
with
her
at
once
,
and
was
only
sorry
to
see
another
prince
who
was
come
to
her
palace
too
.
She
told
them
her
name
was
Gloria
,
and
that
she
had
had
many
suitors
,
but
the
choice
did
not
depend
on
herself
—
she
could
only
be
won
by
him
who
deserved
her
,
and
for
three
years
they
were
to
be
on
their
probation
,
trying
for
her
.
So
she
dismissed
them
,
only
burning
to
gain
her
,
and
telling
them
to
come
back
in
three
years
'
time
.
But
they
had
not
gone
far
before
they
saw
another
palace
,
much
finer
,
all
glittering
with
gold
and
silver
,
and
their
Lady
Gloria
came
out
to
meet
them
,
not
in
her
white
dress
,
but
in
one
all
gay
and
bright
with
fine
colours
,
and
her
crown
they
now
saw
was
of
diamonds
.
She
told
them
they
had
only
seen
her
every-day
dress
and
house
,
this
was
her
best
;
and
she
showed
them
about
the
castle
,
and
all
the
pictures
of
her
former
lovers
.
There
was
Alexander
,
who
had
been
nearer
retaining
her
than
anyone
,
only
the
fever
prevented
it
;
there
was
Pyrrhus
,
always
seeking
her
,
but
slain
by
a
tile
—
Julius
Cæsar
—
Tamerlane
—
all
the
rest
,
and
she
hoped
that
one
of
these
two
would
really
prove
worthy
and
gain
her
,
by
going
in
the
same
path
as
these
great
people
.
"
So
our
prince
went
home
;
his
head
full
of
being
like
Alexander
and
all
the
rest
of
them
,
and
he
sent
for
his
good
old
tutor
to
reckon
up
his
armies
,
and
see
whom
he
could
conquer
in
order
to
win
her
.
But
the
old
tutor
told
him
he
was
under
a
mistake
;
the
second
lady
he
had
seen
was
a
treacherous
cousin
of
Gloria
,
who
drew
away
her
suitors
by
her
deceits
,
and
whose
real
name
was
Vana
Gloria
.
If
he
wished
to
earn
the
true
Gloria
,
he
must
set
to
work
to
do
his
subjects
good
,
and
to
be
virtuous
.
And
he
did
;
he
taught
them
,
and
he
did
justice
to
them
,
and
he
bore
it
patiently
and
kindly
when
they
did
not
understand
.
But
by-and-by
,
the
other
king
,
who
had
no
good
tutor
to
help
him
,
had
got
his
armies
together
,
and
conquered
ever
so
many
people
,
and
drawn
off
their
men
to
be
soldiers
;
and
now
he
attacked
the
good
prince
,
and
was
so
strong
,
that
he
gained
the
victory
,
though
both
prince
and
subjects
fought
manfully
with
heart
and
hand
;
but
the
battle
was
lost
,
and
the
faithful
prince
wounded
and
made
prisoner
,
but
bearing
it
most
patiently
,
till
he
was
dragged
behind
the
other
's
triumphal
car
with
all
the
rest
,
when
the
three
years
were
up
,
to
be
presented
to
Vana
Gloria
.
And
so
he
was
carried
into
the
forest
,
bleeding
and
wounded
,
and
his
enemy
drove
the
car
over
his
body
,
and
stretched
out
his
arms
to
Vana
Gloria
,
and
found
her
a
vain
,
ugly
wretch
,
who
grew
frightful
as
soon
as
he
grasped
her
.
But
the
good
dying
prince
saw
the
beautiful
beamy
face
of
his
lady-love
bending
over
him
.
"
Oh
!
"
he
said
,
"
vision
of
my
life
,
hast
thou
come
to
lighten
my
dying
eyes
?
Never
—
never
,
even
in
my
best
days
,
did
I
deem
that
I
could
be
worthy
of
thee
;
the
more
I
strove
,
the
more
I
knew
that
Gloria
is
for
none
below
—
for
me
less
than
all
.
"
'
And
then
the
lady
came
and
lifted
him
up
,
and
she
said
,
"
Gloria
is
given
to
all
who
do
and
suffer
truly
in
a
good
cause
,
for
faithfulness
is
glory
,
and
that
is
thine
.
"
'
Ethel
's
language
had
become
more
flowing
as
she
grew
more
eager
in
the
tale
,
and
they
all
listened
with
suspended
interest
.
Norman
asked
where
she
got
the
story
.
'
Out
of
an
old
French
book
,
the
Magazin
des
enfans
,
'
was
the
answer
.
'
But
why
did
you
alter
the
end
?
'
said
Flora
,
'
why
kill
the
poor
man
?
He
used
to
be
prosperous
,
why
not
?
'
'
Because
I
thought
,
'
said
Ethel
,
'
that
glory
could
not
properly
belong
to
anyone
here
,
and
if
he
was
once
conscious
of
it
,
it
would
be
all
spoilt
.
Well
,
Meta
do
you
guess
?
'
'
Oh
!
the
word
!
I
had
forgotten
all
about
it
.
I
think
I
know
what
it
must
be
,
but
I
should
so
like
another
story
.
May
I
not
have
one
?
'
said
Meta
,
coaxingly
.
'
Mary
,
it
is
you
.
'
Mary
fell
back
on
her
papa
,
and
begged
him
to
take
hers
.
Papa
told
the
best
stories
of
all
,
she
said
,
and
Meta
looked
beseeching
.
'
My
story
will
not
be
as
long
as
Ethel
's
,
'
said
the
Doctor
.
yielding
with
a
half
reluctant
smile
.
'
My
story
is
of
a
humming
bird
,
a
little
creature
that
loved
its
master
with
all
its
strength
,
and
longed
to
do
somewhat
for
him
.
It
was
not
satisfied
with
its
lot
,
because
it
seemed
merely
a
vain
and
profitless
creature
.
The
nightingale
sang
praise
,
and
the
woods
sounded
with
the
glory
of
its
strains
;
the
fowl
was
valued
for
its
flesh
,
the
ostrich
for
its
plume
,
but
what
could
the
little
humming
bird
do
,
save
rejoice
in
the
glory
of
the
flood
of
sunbeams
,
and
disport
itself
over
the
flowers
,
and
glance
in
the
sunny
light
,
as
its
bright
breastplate
flashed
from
rich
purple
to
dazzling
flame-colour
,
and
its
wings
supported
it
,
fluttering
so
fast
that
the
eye
could
hardly
trace
them
,
as
it
darted
its
slender
beak
into
the
deep-belled
blossoms
.
So
the
little
bird
grieved
,
and
could
not
rest
,
for
thinking
that
it
was
useless
in
this
world
,
that
it
sought
merely
its
own
gratification
,
and
could
do
nothing
that
could
conduce
to
the
glory
of
its
master
.
But
,
one
night
,
a
voice
spoke
to
the
little
bird
,
"
Why
hast
thou
been
placed
here
,
"
it
said
,
"
but
at
the
will
of
thy
master
?
Was
it
not
that
he
might
delight
himself
in
thy
radiant
plumage
,
and
see
thy
joy
in
the
sunshine
?
His
gifts
are
thy
buoyant
wing
,
thy
beauteous
colours
,
the
love
of
all
around
,
the
sweetness
of
the
honey
drop
in
the
flowers
,
the
shade
of
the
palm
leaf
.
Esteem
them
,
then
,
as
his
;
value
thine
own
bliss
,
while
it
lasts
,
as
the
token
of
his
care
and
love
;
and
while
thy
heart
praises
him
for
them
,
and
thy
wings
quiver
and
dance
to
the
tune
of
that
praise
,
then
,
indeed
,
thy
gladness
conduces
to
no
vain-glory
of
thine
own
,
in
beauty
,
or
in
graceful
flight
,
but
thou
art
a
creature
serving
as
best
thou
canst
to
his
glory
.
'
"
'
I
know
the
word
,
'
half
whispered
Meta
,
not
without
a
trembling
of
the
lip
.
'
I
know
why
you
told
the
story
,
Dr.
May
,
but
one
is
not
as
good
as
the
humming
birds
.
'
The
elder
ladies
had
begun
to
look
at
watches
,
and
talk
of
time
to
go
home
;
and
Jem
Jemmings
having
been
seen
rearing
himself
up
from
behind
the
barrow
,
the
Doctor
proceeded
to
investigate
his
case
,
was
perfectly
satisfied
of
the
boy
's
truth
,
and
as
ready
as
the
young
ones
to
befriend
him
.
A
letter
should
be
written
at
once
,
desiring
his
father
to
look
out
for
him
on
Friday
,
when
he
should
go
by
the
same
train
as
Harry
,
who
was
delighted
at
the
notion
of
protecting
him
so
far
,
and
begged
to
be
allowed
to
drive
him
home
to
Stoneborough
in
the
gig
.
Consent
was
given
;
and
Richard
being
added
to
give
weight
and
discretion
,
the
gig
set
out
at
once
—
the
Doctor
,
much
to
Meta
's
delight
,
took
his
place
in
the
break
.
Blanche
,
who
,
in
the
morning
,
had
been
inclined
to
despise
it
as
something
akin
to
a
cart
,
now
finding
it
a
popular
conveyance
,
was
urgent
to
return
in
it
;
and
Flora
was
made
over
to
the
carriage
,
not
at
all
unwillingly
,
for
,
though
it
separated
her
from
Meta
,
it
made
a
senior
of
her
.
Norman
's
fate
conveyed
him
to
the
exalted
seat
beside
the
driver
of
the
break
,
where
he
could
only
now
and
then
catch
the
sounds
of
mirth
from
below
.
He
had
enjoyed
the
day
exceedingly
,
with
that
sort
of
abandon
more
than
ordinarily
delicious
to
grave
or
saddened
temperaments
,
when
roused
or
drawn
out
for
a
time
.
Meta
's
winning
grace
and
sweetness
had
a
peculiar
charm
for
him
,
and
,
perhaps
,
his
having
been
originally
introduced
to
her
as
ill
,
and
in
sorrow
,
had
given
her
manner
towards
him
a
sort
of
kindness
which
was
very
gratifying
.
And
now
he
felt
as
if
he
was
going
back
to
a
very
dusky
dusty
world
;
the
last
and
blithest
day
of
his
holidays
was
past
,
and
he
must
return
to
the
misapprehensions
and
injustice
that
had
blighted
his
school
career
,
be
kept
beneath
boys
with
half
his
ability
,
and
without
generous
feeling
,
and
find
all
his
attainments
useless
in
restoring
his
position
.
Dr.
Hoxton
's
dull
scholarship
would
chill
all
pleasure
in
his
studies
—
there
would
be
no
companionship
among
the
boys
—
even
his
supporters
,
Ernescliffe
and
Larkins
,
were
gone
,
and
Harry
would
leave
him
still
under
a
cloud
.
Norman
felt
it
more
as
disgrace
than
he
had
done
since
the
first
,
and
wished
he
had
consented
to
quit
the
school
when
it
had
been
offered
—
be
made
a
man
,
instead
of
suffering
these
doubly
irksome
provocations
,
which
rose
before
him
in
renewed
force
.
'
And
what
would
that
little
humming
bird
think
of
me
if
she
knew
me
disgraced
?
'
thought
he
.
'
But
it
is
of
no
use
to
think
of
it
.
I
must
go
through
with
it
,
and
as
I
always
am
getting
vain-glorious
,
I
had
better
have
no
opportunity
.
I
did
not
declare
I
renounced
vain-pomp
and
glory
last
week
,
to
begin
coveting
them
now
again
.
'
So
Norman
repressed
the
sigh
as
he
looked
at
the
school
buildings
,
which
never
could
give
him
the
pleasures
of
memory
they
afforded
to
others
.
The
break
had
set
out
before
the
carriage
,
so
that
Meta
had
to
come
in
and
wait
for
her
governess
.
Before
the
vehicle
had
disgorged
half
its
contents
,
Harry
had
rushed
out
to
meet
them
.
'
Come
in
!
come
in
,
Norman
!
Only
hear
.
Margaret
shall
tell
you
herself
!
Hurra
!
'
Is
Mr.
Ernescliffe
come
?
crossed
Ethel
's
mind
,
but
Margaret
was
alone
,
flushed
,
and
holding
out
her
hands
.
'
Norman
!
where
is
he
?
Dear
Norman
,
here
is
good
news
!
Papa
,
Dr.
Hoxton
has
been
here
,
and
he
knows
all
about
it
—
and
oh
!
Norman
,
he
is
very
sorry
for
the
injustice
,
and
you
are
Dux
again
!
'
Norman
really
trembled
so
much
that
he
could
neither
speak
nor
stand
,
but
sat
down
on
the
window-seat
,
while
a
confusion
of
tongues
asked
more
.
Dr.
Hoxton
and
Mr.
Larkins
had
come
to
call
—
heard
no
one
was
at
home
but
Miss
May
—
had
,
nevertheless
,
come
in
—
and
Margaret
had
heard
that
Mr.
Larkins
,
who
had
before
intended
to
remove
his
son
from
Stoneborough
,
had
,
in
the
course
of
the
holidays
,
made
discoveries
from
him
,
which
he
could
not
feel
justified
in
concealing
from
Dr.
Hoxton
.
The
whole
of
the
transactions
with
Ballhatchet
,
and
Norman
's
part
in
them
,
had
been
explained
,
as
well
as
the
true
history
of
the
affray
in
Randall
's
alley
—
how
Norman
had
dispersed
the
boys
,
how
they
had
again
collected
,
and
,
with
the
full
concurrence
of
Harvey
Anderson
,
renewed
the
mischief
,
how
the
Andersons
had
refused
to
bear
witness
in
his
favour
,
and
how
Ballhatchet
's
ill-will
had
kept
back
the
evidence
which
would
have
cleared
him
.
Little
Larkins
had
told
all
,
and
his
father
had
no
scruple
in
repeating
it
,
and
causing
the
investigation
to
be
set
on
foot
.
Nay
,
he
deemed
that
Norman
's
influence
had
saved
his
son
,
and
came
as
anxious
to
thank
him
,
as
Dr.
Hoxton
,
warm-hearted
,
though
injudicious
,
was
to
repair
his
injustice
,
They
were
much
surprised
and
struck
by
finding
that
Dr.
May
had
been
aware
of
the
truth
the
whole
time
,
and
had
patiently
put
up
with
the
injustice
,
and
the
loss
of
the
scholarship
—
a
loss
which
Dr.
Hoxton
would
have
given
anything
to
repair
,
so
as
to
have
sent
up
a
scholar
likely
to
do
him
so
much
credit
;
but
it
was
now
too
late
,
and
he
had
only
been
able
to
tell
Margaret
how
dismayed
he
was
at
finding
out
that
the
boy
to
whom
all
the
good
order
in
his
school
was
owing
,
had
been
so
ill-used
.
Kind
Dr.
May
's
first
feeling
really
seemed
to
be
pity
and
sympathy
for
his
old
friend
,
the
head
master
,
in
the
shock
of
such
a
discovery
.
Harry
was
vociferously
telling
his
version
of
the
story
to
Ethel
and
Mary
.
Tom
stood
transfixed
in
attention
.
Meta
,
forgotten
and
bewildered
,
was
standing
near
Norman
,
whose
colour
rapidly
varied
,
and
whose
breath
came
short
and
quick
as
he
listened
.
A
quick
half
interrogation
passed
Meta
's
lips
,
heard
by
no
one
else
.
'
It
is
only
that
it
is
all
right
,
'
he
answered
,
scarcely
audibly
;
'
they
have
found
out
the
truth
.
'
'
What
—
who
—
you
?
'
said
Meta
,
as
she
heard
words
that
implied
the
past
suspicion
.
'
Yes
,
'
said
Norman
,
'
I
was
suspected
,
but
never
at
home
.
'
'
And
is
it
over
now
?
'
'
Yes
,
yes
,
'
he
whispered
huskily
,
'
all
is
right
,
and
Harry
will
not
leave
me
in
disgrace
.
'
Meta
did
not
speak
,
but
she
held
out
her
hand
in
hearty
congratulation
;
Norman
,
scarce
knowing
what
he
did
,
grasped
and
wrung
it
so
tight
,
that
it
was
positive
pain
,
as
he
turned
away
his
head
to
the
window
to
struggle
with
those
irrepressible
tears
.
Meta
's
colour
flushed
into
her
cheek
as
she
found
it
still
held
,
almost
unconsciously
perhaps
,
in
his
agitation
,
and
she
heard
Margaret
's
words
,
that
both
gentlemen
had
said
Norman
had
acted
nobly
,
and
that
every
revelation
made
in
the
course
of
their
examination
,
had
only
more
fully
established
his
admirable
conduct
.
'
O
Norman
!
Norman
,
I
am
so
glad
!
'
cried
Mary
's
voice
in
the
first
pause
,
and
,
Margaret
asking
where
he
was
,
he
suddenly
turned
round
,
recollected
himself
,
and
found
it
was
not
the
back
of
the
chair
that
he
had
been
squeezing
,
blushed
intensely
,
but
made
no
attempt
at
apology
,
for
indeed
he
could
not
speak
—
he
only
leant
down
over
Margaret
,
to
receive
her
heartfelt
embrace
;
and
,
as
he
stood
up
again
,
his
father
laid
his
hand
on
his
shoulder
,
'
My
boy
,
I
am
glad
—
'
but
the
words
were
broken
,
and
,
as
if
neither
could
bear
more
,
Norman
hastily
left
the
room
,
Ethel
rushing
after
him
.
'
Quite
overcome
!
'
said
the
Doctor
,
'
and
no
wonder
.
He
felt
it
cruelly
,
though
he
bore
up
gallantly
.
Well
,
July
.
'
'
I
'll
go
down
to
school
with
him
to-morrow
,
and
see
him
Dux
again
!
I
'll
have
three-times-three
!
'
shouted
Harry
,
'
hip
!
hip
!
hurra
!
'
and
Tom
and
Mary
Joined
in
chorus
.
'
What
is
all
this
?
'
exclaimed
Flora
,
opening
the
door
—
is
everyone
gone
mad
?
'
Many
were
the
voices
that
answered
.
'
Well
!
I
am
glad
,
and
I
hope
the
Andersons
will
make
an
apology
.
But
where
is
poor
Meta
?
Quite
forgotten
?
'
'
Meta
would
not
wonder
if
she
knew
all
,
'
said
the
Doctor
,
turning
,
with
a
sweet
smile
that
had
in
it
something
nevertheless
of
apology
.
'
Oh
!
I
am
so
glad
—
so
glad
!
'
said
Meta
,
her
eyes
full
of
tears
,
as
she
came
forward
.
And
there
was
no
helping
it
;
the
first
kiss
between
Margaret
May
,
and
Margaret
Rivers
,
was
given
in
that
overflowing
sympathy
of
congratulation
.
The
Doctor
gave
her
his
arm
to
take
her
to
the
carriage
,
and
,
on
the
way
,
his
quick
warm
words
filled
up
the
sketch
of
Norman
's
behaviour
;
Meta
's
eyes
responded
better
than
her
tongue
,
but
,
to
her
good-bye
,
she
could
not
help
adding
,
'
Now
I
have
seen
true
glory
.
'
His
answer
was
much
such
a
gripe
as
her
poor
little
fingers
had
already
received
,
but
though
they
felt
hot
and
crushed
,
all
the
way
home
,
the
sensation
seemed
to
cause
such
throbs
of
joy
,
that
she
would
not
have
been
without
it
.
CHAPTER
XXVII
.
'
And
full
of
hope
,
day
followed
day
,
While
that
stout
ship
at
anchor
lay
Beside
the
shores
of
Wight
.
The
May
had
then
made
all
things
green
,
And
floating
there
,
in
pomp
serene
,
That
ship
was
goodly
to
be
seen
,
His
pride
and
his
delight
.
Yet
then
when
called
ashore
,
he
sought
The
tender
peace
of
rural
thought
,
In
more
than
happy
mood
.
To
your
abodes
,
bright
daisy
flowers
,
He
then
would
steal
at
leisure
hours
,
And
loved
you
,
glittering
in
your
bowers
,
A
starry
multitude
.
'
Wordsworth
.
Harry
's
last
home
morning
was
brightened
by
going
to
the
school
to
see
full
justice
done
to
Norman
,
and
enjoying
the
scene
for
him
.
It
was
indeed
a
painful
ordeal
to
Norman
himself
,
who
could
,
at
the
moment
,
scarcely
feel
pleasure
in
his
restoration
,
excepting
for
the
sake
of
his
father
,
Harry
,
and
his
sisters
.
To
find
the
head
master
making
apologies
to
him
,
was
positively
painful
and
embarrassing
,
and
his
countenance
would
have
been
fitter
for
a
culprit
receiving
a
lecture
.
It
was
pleasanter
when
the
two
other
masters
shook
hands
with
him
,
Mr.
Harrison
with
a
free
confession
that
he
had
done
him
injustice
,
and
Mr.
Wilmot
with
a
glad
look
of
congratulation
,
that
convinced
Harry
he
had
never
believed
Norman
to
blame
.
Harry
himself
was
somewhat
of
a
hero
;
the
masters
all
spoke
to
him
,
bade
him
good
speed
,
and
wished
him
a
happy
voyage
,
and
all
the
boys
were
eager
to
admire
his
uniform
,
and
wish
themselves
already
men
and
officers
like
Mr.
May
.
He
had
his
long-desired
three
cheers
for
'
May
Senior
!
'
shouted
with
a
thorough
good-will
by
the
united
lungs
of
the
Whichcote
foundation
,
and
a
supplementary
cheer
arose
for
the
good
ship
Alcestis
,
while
hands
were
held
out
on
every
side
;
and
the
boy
arrived
at
such
a
pitch
of
benevolence
and
good
humour
,
as
actually
to
volunteer
a
friendly
shake
of
the
hand
to
Edward
Anderson
,
whom
he
encountered
skulking
apart
.
'
Never
mind
,
Ned
,
we
have
often
licked
each
other
before
now
,
and
do
n't
let
us
bear
a
grudge
now
I
am
going
away
.
We
are
Stoneborough
fellows
both
,
you
know
,
after
all
.
'
Edward
did
not
refuse
the
offered
grasp
,
and
though
his
words
were
only
,
'
Good-bye
,
I
hope
you
will
have
plenty
of
fun
!
'
Harry
went
away
with
a
lighter
heart
.
The
rest
of
the
day
Harry
adhered
closely
to
his
father
,
though
chiefly
in
silence
;
Dr.
May
had
intended
much
advice
and
exhortation
for
his
warm-hearted
,
wild-spirited
son
,
but
words
would
not
come
,
not
even
when
in
the
still
evening
twilight
they
walked
down
alone
together
to
the
cloister
,
and
stood
over
the
little
stone
marked
M
.
M
.
After
standing
there
for
some
minutes
,
Harry
knelt
to
collect
some
of
the
daisies
in
the
grass
.
'
Are
those
to
take
with
you
?
'
'
Margaret
is
going
to
make
a
Cross
of
them
for
my
Prayer-book
.
'
'
Aye
,
they
will
keep
it
in
your
mind
—
say
it
all
to
you
,
Harry
.
She
may
be
nearer
to
you
everywhere
,
though
you
are
far
from
us
.
Do
n't
put
yourself
from
her
.
'
That
was
all
Dr.
May
contrived
to
say
to
his
son
,
nor
could
Margaret
do
much
more
than
kiss
him
,
while
tears
flowed
one
by
one
over
her
cheeks
,
as
she
tried
to
whisper
that
he
must
remember
and
guard
himself
,
and
that
he
was
sure
of
being
thought
of
,
at
least
,
in
every
prayer
;
and
then
she
fastened
into
his
book
the
Cross
,
formed
of
flattened
daisies
,
gummed
upon
a
framework
of
paper
.
He
begged
her
to
place
it
at
the
Baptismal
Service
,
for
he
said
,
'
I
like
that
about
fighting
—
and
I
always
did
like
the
Church
being
like
a
ship
—
do
n't
you
?
I
only
found
that
prayer
out
the
day
poor
little
Daisy
was
Christened
.
'
Margaret
had
indeed
a
thrill
of
melancholy
pleasure
in
this
task
,
when
she
saw
how
it
was
regarded
.
Oh
!
that
her
boy
might
not
lose
these
impressions
amid
the
stormy
waves
he
was
about
to
encounter
.
That
last
evening
of
home
good
nights
cost
Harry
many
a
choking
sob
ere
he
could
fall
asleep
;
but
the
morning
of
departure
had
more
cheerfulness
;
the
pleasure
of
patronizing
Jem
Jennings
was
as
consoling
to
his
spirits
,
as
was
to
Mary
the
necessity
of
comforting
Toby
.
Toby
's
tastes
were
in
some
respects
vulgar
,
as
he
preferred
the
stable
,
and
Will
Adams
,
to
all
Mary
's
attentions
;
but
he
attached
himself
vehemently
to
Dr.
May
,
followed
him
everywhere
,
and
went
into
raptures
at
the
slightest
notice
from
him
.
The
Doctor
said
it
was
all
homage
to
the
master
of
the
house
.
Margaret
held
that
the
dog
was
a
physiognomist
.
The
world
was
somewhat
flat
after
the
loss
of
Harry
—
that
element
of
riot
and
fun
—
Aubrey
was
always
playing
at
'
poor
Harry
sailing
away
,
'
Mary
looked
staid
and
sober
,
and
Norman
was
still
graver
,
and
more
devoted
to
books
,
while
Ethel
gave
herself
up
more
completely
to
the
thickening
troubles
of
Cocksmoor
.
Jealousies
had
arisen
there
,
and
these
,
with
some
rebukes
for
failures
in
sending
children
to
be
taught
,
had
led
to
imputations
on
the
character
of
Mrs.
Green
,
in
whose
house
the
school
was
kept
.
Ethel
was
at
first
vehement
in
her
defence
;
then
when
stronger
evidence
was
adduced
of
the
woman
's
dishonesty
,
she
was
dreadfully
shocked
,
and
wanted
to
give
up
all
connexion
with
her
,
and
in
both
moods
was
equally
displeased
with
Richard
for
pausing
,
and
not
going
all
lengths
with
her
.
Mr.
Wilmot
was
appealed
to
,
and
did
his
best
to
investigate
,
but
the
only
result
was
,
to
discover
that
no
one
interrogated
,
had
any
notion
of
truth
,
except
John
Taylor
,
and
he
knew
nothing
of
the
matter
.
The
mass
of
falsehood
,
spite
,
violence
,
and
dishonesty
,
that
became
evident
,
was
perfectly
appalling
,
and
not
a
clue
was
to
be
found
to
the
truth
—
scarcely
a
hope
that
minds
so
lost
to
honourable
feeling
were
open
to
receive
good
impressions
.
It
was
a
great
distress
to
Ethel
—
it
haunted
her
night
and
day
—
she
lay
awake
pondering
on
the
vain
hopes
for
her
poor
children
,
and
slept
to
dream
of
the
angry
faces
and
rude
accusations
.
Margaret
grew
quite
anxious
about
her
,
and
her
elders
were
seriously
considering
the
propriety
of
her
continuing
her
labours
at
Cocksmoor
.
Mr.
Wilmot
would
not
be
at
Stoneborough
after
Christmas
.
His
father
's
declining
health
made
him
be
required
at
home
,
and
since
Richard
was
so
often
absent
,
it
became
matter
of
doubt
whether
the
Miss
Mays
ought
to
be
allowed
to
persevere
,
unassisted
by
older
heads
,
in
such
a
locality
.
This
doubt
put
Ethel
into
an
agony
.
Though
she
had
lately
been
declaring
that
it
made
her
very
unhappy
to
go
—
she
could
not
bear
the
sight
of
Mrs.
Green
,
and
that
she
knew
all
her
efforts
were
vain
while
the
poor
children
had
such
homes
;
she
now
only
implored
to
be
allowed
to
go
on
;
she
said
that
the
badness
of
the
people
only
made
it
more
needful
to
do
their
utmost
for
them
—
there
were
no
end
to
the
arguments
that
she
poured
forth
upon
her
ever
kind
listener
,
Margaret
.
'
Yes
,
dear
Ethel
,
yes
,
but
pray
be
clam
;
I
know
papa
and
Mr.
Wilmot
would
not
put
a
stop
to
it
,
if
they
could
possibly
help
it
,
but
if
it
is
not
proper
—
'
'
Proper
!
that
is
as
bad
as
Miss
Winter
!
'
'
Ethel
,
you
and
I
cannot
judge
of
these
things
—
you
must
leave
them
to
our
elders
—
'
'
And
men
always
are
so
fanciful
about
ladies
—
'
'
Indeed
,
if
you
speak
in
that
way
,
I
shall
think
it
is
really
hurting
you
.
'
'
I
did
not
mean
it
,
dear
Margaret
,
'
said
Ethel
,
'
but
if
you
knew
what
I
feel
for
poor
Cocksmoor
,
you
would
not
wonder
that
I
cannot
bear
it
.
'
'
I
do
not
wonder
,
dearest
,
but
if
this
trial
is
sent
you
,
perhaps
it
is
to
train
you
for
better
things
.
'
'
Perhaps
it
is
for
my
fault
,
'
said
Ethel
.
'
Oh
!
oh
!
if
it
be
that
I
am
too
unworthy
.
And
it
is
the
only
hope
;
no
one
will
do
anything
to
teach
these
poor
creatures
,
if
I
give
it
up
.
What
shall
I
do
,
Margaret
?
'
Margaret
drew
her
down
close
to
her
,
and
whispered
,
'
Trust
them
,
Ethel
dear
.
The
decision
will
be
whatever
is
the
will
of
God
.
If
he
thinks
fit
to
give
you
the
work
,
it
will
come
;
if
not
,
He
will
give
you
some
other
,
and
provide
for
them
.
'
'
If
I
have
been
too
neglectful
of
home
,
too
vain
of
persevering
when
no
one
but
Richard-would
,
'
sighed
Ethel
.
'
I
cannot
see
that
you
have
,
dearest
,
'
said
Margaret
,
fondly
,
'
but
your
own
heart
must
tell
you
that
.
And
now
,
only
try
to
be
calm
and
patient
.
Getting
into
these
fits
of
despair
is
the
very
thing
to
make
people
decide
against
you
.
'
'
I
will
!
I
will
!
I
will
try
to
be
patient
,
'
sobbed
Ethel
;
'
I
know
to
be
wayward
and
set
on
it
would
only
hurt
.
I
might
only
do
more
harm
—
I
'll
try
.
But
oh
!
my
poor
children
.
'
Margaret
gave
a
little
space
for
the
struggle
with
herself
,
then
advised
her
resolutely
to
fix
her
attention
on
something
else
.
It
was
a
Saturday
morning
,
and
time
was
more
free
than
usual
,
so
Margaret
was
able
to
persuade
her
to
continue
a
half-forgotten
drawing
,
while
listening
to
an
interesting
article
in
a
review
,
which
opened
to
her
that
there
were
too
many
Cocksmoors
in
the
world
.
The
dinner
hour
sounded
too
soon
,
and
,
as
she
was
crossing
the
hall
,
to
put
away
her
drawing
materials
,
the
front
door
gave
the
click
peculiar
to
Dr.
May
's
left-handed
way
of
opening
it
.
She
paused
,
and
saw
him
enter
,
flushed
,
and
with
a
look
that
certified
her
that
something
had
happened
.
'
Well
,
Ethel
!
he
is
come
.
'
'
Oh
papa
!
Mr.
Ernes
—
'
He
held
up
his
finger
,
drew
her
into
the
study
,
and
shut
the
door
.
The
expression
of
mystery
and
amusement
gave
way
to
sadness
and
gravity
as
he
sat
down
in
his
arm-chair
,
and
sighed
as
if
much
fatigued
.
She
was
checked
and
alarmed
,
but
she
could
not
help
asking
,
'
Is
he
here
?
'
'
At
the
Swan
.
He
came
last
night
,
and
watched
for
me
this
morning
,
as
I
came
out
of
the
hospital
.
We
have
been
walking
over
the
meadows
to
Fordholm
.
'
No
wonder
Dr.
May
was
hot
and
tired
.
'
But
is
he
not
coming
?
'
asked
Ethel
.
'
Yes
,
poor
fellow
;
but
hush
,
stop
,
say
nothing
to
the
others
.
I
must
not
have
her
agitated
till
she
has
had
her
dinner
in
peace
,
and
the
house
is
quiet
.
You
know
she
cannot
run
away
to
her
room
as
you
would
.
'
'
Then
he
is
really
come
for
that
?
'
cried
Ethel
,
breathlessly
;
and
,
perceiving
the
affirmative
,
added
,
'
but
why
did
he
wait
so
long
?
'
'
He
wished
to
see
his
way
through
his
affairs
,
and
also
wanted
to
hear
of
her
from
Harry
.
I
am
afraid
poor
July
's
colours
were
too
bright
.
'
'
And
why
did
he
come
to
the
Swan
instead
of
to
us
?
'
'
That
was
his
fine
,
noble
feeling
.
He
thought
it
right
to
see
me
first
,
that
if
I
thought
the
decision
too
trying
for
Margaret
,
in
her
present
state
,
or
if
I
disapproved
of
the
long
engagement
,
I
might
spare
her
all
knowledge
of
his
coming
.
'
'
Oh
papa
!
you
wo
n't
!
'
'
I
do
n't
know
but
that
I
ought
—
but
yet
—
the
fact
is
,
that
I
cannot
.
With
that
fine
young
fellow
so
generously
,
fondly
attached
,
I
cannot
find
it
in
my
heart
to
send
him
away
for
four
years
without
seeing
her
,
and
yet
,
poor
things
,
it
might
be
better
for
them
both
.
O
Ethel
,
if
your
mother
were
but
here
!
'
He
rested
his
forehead
on
his
hands
,
and
Ethel
stood
aghast
at
his
unexpected
reception
of
the
addresses
for
which
she
had
so
long
hoped
.
She
did
not
venture
to
speak
,
and
presently
he
roused
himself
as
the
dinner-bell
rang
.
'
One
comfort
is
,
'
he
said
,
'
that
Margaret
has
more
composure
than
I
.
Do
you
go
to
Cocksmoor
this
afternoon
?
'
'
I
wished
it
.
'
'
Take
them
all
with
you
.
You
may
tell
them
why
when
you
are
out
.
I
must
have
the
house
quiet
.
I
shall
get
Margaret
out
into
the
shade
,
and
prepare
her
,
as
best
I
can
,
before
he
comes
at
three
o'clock
.
'
It
was
not
flattering
to
be
thus
cleared
out
of
the
way
,
especially
when
full
of
excited
curiosity
,
but
any
such
sensation
was
quite
overborne
by
sympathy
in
his
great
anxiety
,
and
Ethel
's
only
question
was
,
'
Had
not
Flora
better
stay
,
to
keep
off
company
?
'
'
No
,
no
,
'
said
Dr.
May
,
impatiently
,
'
the
fewer
the
better
;
'
and
hastily
passing
her
,
he
dashed
up
to
his
room
,
nearly
running
over
the
nursery
procession
,
and
,
in
a
very
few
seconds
,
was
seated
at
table
,
eating
and
speaking
by
snatches
,
and
swallowing
endless
draughts
of
cold
water
.
'
You
are
going
to
Cocksmoor
!
'
said
he
,
as
they
were
finishing
.
'
It
is
the
right
day
,
'
said
Richard
.
'
Are
you
coming
,
Flora
?
'
'
Not
to-day
,
I
have
to
call
on
Mrs.
Hoxton
.
'
'
Never
mind
Mrs.
Hoxton
,
'
said
the
Doctor
—
'
you
had
better
go
to-day
,
a
fine
cool
day
for
a
walk
.
'
He
did
not
look
as
if
he
had
found
it
so
.
'
O
yes
,
Flora
,
you
must
come
,
'
said
Ethel
,
'
we
want
you
.
'
'
I
have
engagements
at
home
,
'
replied
Flora
.
'
And
it
really
is
a
trying
walk
,
'
said
Miss
Winter
.
'
You
must
,
'
reiterated
Ethel
.
'
Come
to
our
room
,
and
I
will
tell
you
why
.
'
'
I
do
not
mean
to
go
to
Cocksmoor
till
something
positive
is
settled
.
I
cannot
have
anything
to
do
with
that
woman
.
'
'
If
you
would
only
come
up-stairs
,
'
implored
Ethel
,
at
the
door
,
'
I
have
something
to
tell
you
alone
.
'
'
I
shall
come
up
in
due
time
.
I
thought
you
had
outgrown
closetings
and
foolish
secrets
,
'
said
Flora
.
Her
movements
were
quickened
however
by
her
father
,
who
,
finding
her
with
Margaret
in
the
drawing-room
,
ordered
her
up-stairs
in
a
peremptory
manner
,
which
she
resented
,
as
treating
her
like
a
child
,
and
therefore
proceeded
in
no
amiable
mood
to
the
room
,
where
Ethel
awaited
her
in
wild
tumultuous
impatienence
.
'
Well
,
Ethel
,
what
is
this
grand
secret
?
'
'
O
Flora
!
Mr.
Ernescliffe
is
at
the
Swan
!
He
has
been
speaking
to
papa
about
Margaret
.
'
'
Proposing
for
her
,
do
you
mean
?
'
said
Flora
.
'
Yes
,
he
is
coming
to
see
her
this
afternoon
,
and
that
is
the
reason
that
papa
wants
us
to
be
all
out
of
the
way
.
'
'
Did
papa
tell
you
this
?
'
'
Yes
,
'
said
Ethel
,
beginning
to
perceive
the
secret
of
her
displeasure
,
'
but
only
because
I
was
the
first
person
he
met
;
and
Norman
guessed
it
long
ago
.
Do
put
on
your
things
!
I
'll
tell
you
all
I
know
when
we
are
out
.
Papa
is
so
anxious
to
have
the
coast
clear
.
'
'
I
understand
,
'
said
Flora
,
'
but
I
shall
not
go
with
you
.
Do
not
be
afraid
of
my
interfering
with
anyone
.
I
shall
sit
here
.
'
'
But
papa
said
you
were
to
go
.
'
'
If
he
had
done
me
the
favour
of
speaking
to
me
himself
,
'
said
Flora
,
'
I
should
have
shown
him
that
it
is
not
right
that
Margaret
should
be
left
without
anyone
at
hand
in
case
she
should
be
overcome
.
He
is
of
no
use
in
such
cases
,
only
makes
things
worse
.
I
should
not
feel
justified
in
leaving
Margaret
with
no
one
else
;
but
he
is
in
one
of
those
hand-over-head
moods
,
when
it
is
not
of
the
least
use
to
say
a
word
to
him
.
'
'
Flora
!
how
can
you
?
when
he
expressly
ordered
you
.
'
'
All
he
meant
was
,
do
not
be
in
the
way
,
and
I
shall
not
show
myself
unless
I
am
needed
,
when
he
would
be
glad
enough
of
me
.
I
am
not
bound
to
obey
the
very
letter
,
like
Blanche
or
Mary
.
'
Ethel
looked
horrified
by
the
assertion
of
independence
,
but
Richard
called
her
from
below
,
and
with
one
more
fruitless
entreaty
,
she
ran
down
stairs
.
Richard
had
been
hearing
all
from
his
father
,
and
it
was
comfortable
to
talk
the
matter
over
with
him
,
and
hear
explained
the
anxiety
which
frightened
her
,
while
she
scarcely
comprehended
it
;
how
Dr.
May
could
not
feel
certain
whether
it
was
right
or
expedient
to
promote
an
engagement
which
must
depend
on
health
so
uncertain
as
poor
Margaret
's
,
and
how
he
dreaded
the
effect
on
the
happiness
of
both
.
Ethel
's
romance
seemed
to
be
turning
to
melancholy
,
and
she
walked
on
gravely
and
thoughtfully
,
though
repeating
that
there
could
be
no
doubt
of
Margaret
's
perfect
recovery
by
the
time
of
the
return
from
the
voyage
.
Her
lessons
were
somewhat
nervous
and
flurried
,
and
even
the
sight
of
two
very
nice
neat
new
scholars
,
of
very
different
appearance
from
the
rest
,
and
of
much
superior
attainments
,
only
half
interested
her
.
Mary
was
enchanted
at
them
as
a
pair
of
prodigies
,
actually
able
to
read
!
and
had
made
out
their
names
,
and
their
former
abodes
,
and
how
they
had
been
used
to
go
to
school
,
and
had
just
come
to
live
in
the
cottage
deserted
by
the
lamented
Una
.
Ethel
thought
it
quite
provoking
in
her
brother
to
accede
to
Mary
's
entreaties
that
they
should
go
and
call
on
this
promising
importation
.
Even
the
children
's
information
that
they
were
taught
now
by
'
Sister
Cherry
'
failed
to
attract
her
;
but
Richard
looked
at
his
watch
,
and
decided
that
it
was
too
soon
to
go
home
,
and
she
had
to
submit
to
her
fate
.
Very
different
was
the
aspect
of
the
house
from
the
wild
Irish
cabin
appearance
that
it
had
had
in
the
M'Carthy
days
.
It
was
the
remains
of
an
old
farm-house
that
had
seen
better
days
,
somewhat
larger
than
the
general
run
of
the
Cocksmoor
dwellings
.
Respectable
furniture
had
taken
up
its
abode
against
the
walls
,
the
kitchen
was
well
arranged
,
and
,
in
spite
of
the
wretched
flooring
and
broken
windows
,
had
an
air
of
comfort
.
A
very
tidy
woman
was
bustling
about
,
still
trying
to
get
rid
of
the
relics
of
her
former
tenants
,
who
might
,
she
much
feared
,
have
left
a
legacy
of
typhus
fever
.
The
more
interesting
person
was
,
however
,
a
young
woman
of
three
or
four-and-twenty
,
pale
,
and
very
lame
,
and
with
the
air
of
a
respectable
servant
,
her
manners
particularly
pleasing
.
It
appeared
that
she
was
the
daughter
of
a
first
wife
,
and
,
after
the
period
of
schooling
,
had
been
at
service
,
but
had
been
lamed
by
a
fall
down-stairs
,
and
had
been
obliged
to
come
home
,
just
as
scarcity
of
work
had
caused
her
father
to
leave
his
native
parish
,
and
seek
employment
at
other
quarries
.
She
had
hoped
to
obtain
plain
work
,
but
all
the
family
were
dismayed
and
disappointed
at
the
wild
spot
to
which
they
had
come
,
and
anxiously
availed
themselves
of
this
introduction
to
beg
that
the
elder
boy
and
girl
might
be
admitted
into
the
town
school
,
distant
as
it
was
.
At
another
time
,
the
thought
of
Charity
Elwood
would
have
engrossed
Ethel
's
whole
mind
,
now
she
could
hardly
attend
,
and
kept
looking
eagerly
at
Richard
as
he
talked
endlessly
with
the
good
mother
.
When
,
at
last
,
they
did
set
off
,
he
would
not
let
her
gallop
home
like
a
steam-engine
,
but
made
her
take
his
arm
,
when
he
found
that
she
could
not
otherwise
moderate
her
steps
.
At
the
long
hill
,
a
figure
appeared
,
and
,
as
soon
as
Richard
was
certified
of
its
identity
,
he
let
her
fly
,
like
a
bolt
from
a
cross-bow
,
and
she
stood
by
Dr.
May
's
side
.
A
little
ashamed
,
she
blushed
instead
of
speaking
,
and
waited
for
Richard
to
come
up
and
begin
.
Neither
did
he
say
anything
,
and
they
paused
till
,
the
silence
disturbing
her
,
she
ventured
a
'
Well
,
papa
!
'
'
Well
,
poor
things
.
She
was
quite
overcome
when
first
I
told
her
—
said
it
would
be
hard
on
him
,
and
begged
me
to
tell
him
that
he
would
be
much
happier
if
he
thought
no
more
of
her
.
'
'
Did
Margaret
?
'
cried
Ethel
.
'
Oh
!
could
she
mean
it
?
'
'
She
thought
she
meant
it
,
poor
dear
,
and
repeated
such
things
again
and
again
;
but
when
I
asked
whether
I
should
send
him
away
without
seeing
her
,
she
cried
more
than
ever
,
and
said
,
'
You
are
tempting
me
!
It
would
be
selfishness
.
'
'
O
dear
!
she
surely
has
seen
him
!
'
'
I
told
her
that
I
would
be
the
last
person
to
wish
to
tempt
her
to
selfishness
,
but
that
I
did
not
think
that
either
could
be
easy
in
settling
such
a
matter
through
a
third
person
.
'
'
It
would
have
been
very
unkind
,
'
said
Ethel
;
'
I
wonder
she
did
not
think
so
.
'
'
She
did
at
last
.
I
saw
it
could
not
be
otherwise
,
and
she
said
,
poor
darling
,
that
when
he
had
seen
her
,
he
would
know
the
impossibility
;
but
she
was
so
agitated
,
that
I
did
not
know
how
it
could
be
.
'
'
Has
she
?
'
'
Aye
,
I
told
him
not
to
stay
too
long
,
and
left
him
under
the
tulip-tree
with
her
.
I
found
her
much
more
composed
—
he
was
so
gentle
and
considerate
.
Ah
!
he
is
the
very
man
!
Besides
,
he
has
convinced
her
now
that
affection
brings
him
,
not
mere
generosity
,
as
she
fancied
.
'
'
O
,
then
it
is
settled
!
'
cried
Ethel
,
joyously
.
'
I
wish
it
were
!
She
has
owned
that
if
—
if
she
were
in
health
—
but
that
is
all
,
and
he
is
transported
with
having
gained
so
much
!
Poor
fellow
.
So
far
,
I
trust
,
it
is
better
for
them
to
know
each
other
's
minds
,
but
how
it
is
to
be
—
'
'
But
,
papa
,
you
know
Sir
Matthew
Fleet
said
she
was
sure
to
get
well
;
and
in
three
years
'
time
—
'
'
Yes
!
yes
,
that
is
the
best
chance
.
But
it
is
a
dreary
look
out
for
two
young
things
.
That
is
in
wiser
hands
,
however
!
If
only
I
saw
what
was
right
to
do
!
My
miserable
carelessness
has
undone
you
all
!
'
he
concluded
,
almost
inaudibly
.
It
was
,
indeed
,
to
him
,
a
time
of
great
distress
and
perplexity
,
wishing
to
act
the
part
of
father
and
mother
both
towards
his
daughter
,
acutely
feeling
his
want
of
calm
decision
,
and
torn
to
pieces
at
once
by
sympathy
with
the
lovers
,
and
by
delicacy
that
held
him
back
fro
seeming
to
bind
the
young
man
to
an
uncertain
engagement
,
above
all
,
tortured
by
self-reproach
for
the
commencement
of
the
attachment
,
and
for
the
misfortune
that
had
rendered
its
prosperity
doubtful
.
Ethel
could
find
no
words
of
comfort
in
the
bewildered
glimpse
at
his
sorrow
and
agitation
.
Richard
spoke
with
calmness
and
good
sense
,
and
his
replies
,
though
brief
and
commonplace
,
were
not
without
effect
in
lessening
the
