issecond-rate
,
considering
that
his
works
are
first-class
.
"
"
Ah
!
my
dear
,
we
must
judge
not
,
lest
in
turn
we
too
should
be
judged
.
Who
are
we
,
that
we
should
say
who
is
or
who
is
not
of
the
elect
?
It
is
often
those
who
seem
to
be
the
farthest
from
the
kingdom
that
are
in
truth
the
nearest
to
it
.
"
Mrs.
Herbert
had
dismissed
a
kitchen-maid
,
only
the
week
before
,
for
declining
to
attend
her
Bible-class
,
and
walking
out
with
a
young
man
instead
.
"
Still
,
I
am
sorry
that
Alan
has
all
those
queer
views
,
"
Elisabeth
persisted
;
"
he
really
would
be
a
splendid
sort
of
person
if
he
were
only
a
Christian
;
and
it
seems
such
a
pity
that
—
with
all
his
learning
—
he
has
n't
learned
the
one
thing
that
really
matters
.
"
"
My
love
,
I
am
ashamed
to
find
you
so
censorious
;
it
is
a
sad
fault
,
especially
in
the
young
.
I
would
advise
you
to
turn
to
the
thirteenth
of
First
Corinthians
,
and
see
for
yourself
how
excellent
a
gift
is
charity
—
the
greatest
of
all
,
according
to
our
dear
Saint
Paul
.
"
Elisabeth
sighed
.
She
had
long
ago
become
acquainted
with
Mrs.
Herbert
's
custom
of
keeping
religion
as
a
thing
apart
,
and
of
treating
it
from
an
"
in-another-department-if-you-please
"
point
of
view
;
and
she
felt
that
Tremaine
's
open
agnosticism
was
almost
better
—
and
certainly
more
sincere
—
than
this
.
But
Mrs.
Herbert
was
utterly
unconscious
of
any
secret
fault
on
her
own
part
,
and
continued
to
purr
contentedly
to
herself
.
"
Felicia
,
dear
child
!
will
certainly
take
an
excellent
position
.
She
will
be
in
county
society
,
the
very
thing
which
I
have
always
desired
for
her
;
and
she
will
enter
it
,
not
on
sufferance
,
but
as
one
of
themselves
.
I
can
not
tell
you
what
a
pleasure
it
is
to
Mr.
Herbert
and
myself
to
think
of
our
beloved
daughter
as
a
regular
county
lady
;
it
quite
makes
up
for
all
the
little
self-denials
that
we
suffered
in
order
to
give
her
a
good
education
and
to
render
her
fit
to
take
her
place
in
society
.
I
should
n't
be
surprised
if
she
were
even
presented
at
Court
.
"
And
the
mother
's
cup
of
happiness
ran
over
at
the
mere
thought
of
such
honour
and
glory
.
Felicia
,
too
,
was
radiantly
happy
.
In
the
first
place
,
she
was
very
much
in
love
;
in
the
second
,
her
world
was
praising
her
for
doing
well
to
herself
.
"
I
can
not
think
how
a
clever
man
like
Alan
ever
fell
in
love
with
such
a
stupid
creature
as
me
,
"
she
said
to
Elisabeth
,
not
long
before
the
wedding
.
"
Ca
n't
you
?
Well
,
I
can
.
I
do
n't
wonder
at
any
man
's
falling
in
love
with
you
,
darling
,
you
are
so
dear
and
pretty
and
altogether
adorable
.
"
"
But
then
Alan
is
so
different
from
other
men
.
"
Elisabeth
was
too
well-mannered
to
smile
at
this
;
but
she
made
a
note
of
it
to
report
to
Christopher
afterward
.
She
knew
that
he
would
understand
how
funny
it
was
.
"
I
am
simply
amazed
at
my
own
happiness
,
"
Felicia
continued
;
"
and
I
am
so
dreadfully
afraid
that
he
will
be
disappointed
in
me
when
he
gets
to
know
me
better
,
and
will
find
out
that
I
am
not
half
good
enough
for
him
—
which
I
am
not
.
"
"
What
nonsense
!
Why
,
there
is
n't
a
man
living
that
would
really
be
good
enough
for
you
,
Felicia
.
"
"
Elisabeth
!
When
I
hear
Alan
talking
,
I
wonder
how
he
can
put
up
with
silly
little
me
at
all
.
You
see
,
I
never
was
clever
—
not
even
as
clever
as
you
are
;
and
you
,
of
course
,
are
n't
a
millionth
part
as
clever
as
Alan
.
And
then
he
has
such
grand
thoughts
,
too
;
he
is
always
wanting
to
help
other
people
,
and
to
make
them
happier
.
I
feel
that
as
long
as
I
live
I
never
can
be
half
grateful
enough
to
him
for
the
honour
he
has
done
me
in
wanting
me
for
his
wife
.
"
Elisabeth
shrugged
her
shoulders
;
the
honours
that
have
been
within
our
reach
are
never
quite
so
wonderful
as
those
that
have
not
.
So
Alan
and
Felicia
were
married
with
much
rejoicing
and
ringing
of
bells
;
and
Elisabeth
found
it
very
pleasant
to
have
her
old
schoolfellow
settled
at
the
Moat
House
.
In
fact
so
thoroughly
did
she
throw
herself
into
the
interests
of
Felicia
's
new
home
,
that
she
ceased
to
feel
her
need
of
Christopher
,
and
consequently
neglected
him
somewhat
.
It
was
only
when
others
failed
her
that
he
was
at
a
premium
;
when
she
found
she
could
do
without
him
,
she
did
.
As
for
him
,
he
loyally
refrained
from
blaming
Elisabeth
,
even
in
his
heart
,
and
cursed
Fate
instead
;
which
really
was
unfair
of
him
,
considering
that
in
this
matter
Elisabeth
,
and
not
Fate
,
was
entirely
to
blame
.
But
Christopher
was
always
ready
to
find
excuses
for
Elisabeth
,
whatever
she
might
do
;
and
this
,
it
must
be
confessed
,
required
no
mean
order
of
ingenuity
just
then
.
Elisabeth
was
as
yet
young
enough
to
think
lightly
of
the
gifts
that
were
bestowed
upon
her
freely
and
with
no
trouble
on
her
part
,
such
as
bread
and
air
and
sunshine
and
the
like
;
it
was
reserved
for
her
to
learn
later
that
the
things
one
takes
for
granted
are
the
best
thing
life
has
to
offer
.
It
must
also
be
remembered
,
for
her
justification
,
that
Christopher
had
never
told
her
that
he
loved
her
"
more
than
reason
"
;
and
it
is
difficult
for
women
to
believe
that
any
man
loves
them
until
he
has
told
them
so
,
just
as
it
is
difficult
for
them
to
believe
that
a
train
is
going
direct
to
the
place
appointed
to
it
in
Bradshaw
,
until
they
have
been
verbally
assured
upon
the
point
by
two
guards
,
six
porters
,
and
a
newspaper
boy
.
Nevertheless
,
Elisabeth
's
ignorance
—
though
perhaps
excusable
,
considering
her
sex
—
was
anything
but
bliss
to
poor
Christopher
,
and
her
good-natured
carelessness
hurt
him
none
the
less
for
her
not
knowing
that
it
hurt
him
.
When
Felicia
had
been
married
about
three
months
her
mother
came
to
stay
with
her
at
the
Moat
House
;
and
Elisabeth
smiled
to
herself
—
and
to
Christopher
—
as
she
pictured
the
worthy
woman
's
delight
in
her
daughter
's
new
surroundings
.
"
She
'll
extol
all
Felicia
's
belongings
as
exhaustively
as
if
she
were
the
Benedicite
,
"
Elisabeth
said
,
"
and
she
'll
enumerate
them
as
carefully
as
if
she
were
sending
them
to
the
wash.
You
'll
find
there
wo
n't
be
a
single
one
omitted
—
not
even
the
second
footman
or
the
soft-water
cistern
.
Mrs.
Herbert
is
one
who
battens
on
details
,
and
she
never
spares
her
hearers
a
single
item
.
"
"
It
is
distinctly
naughty
of
you
,
"
Christopher
replied
,
with
the
smile
that
was
always
ready
for
Elisabeth
's
feeblest
sallies
,
"
to
draw
the
good
soul
out
for
the
express
purpose
of
laughing
at
her
.
I
am
ashamed
of
you
,
Miss
Farringdon
.
"
"
Draw
her
out
,
my
dear
boy
!
You
do
n't
know
what
you
are
talking
about
.
The
most
elementary
knowledge
of
Mrs.
Herbert
would
teach
you
that
she
requires
nothing
in
the
shape
of
drawing
out
.
You
have
but
to
mention
the
word
'
dinner
,
'
and
the
secret
sins
of
her
cook
are
retailed
to
you
in
chronological
order
;
you
have
but
to
whisper
the
word
'
clothes
,
'
and
the
iniquities
of
her
dressmaker
's
bill
are
laid
bare
before
your
eyes
.
Should
the
conversation
glance
upon
Mr.
Herbert
,
his
complete
biography
becomes
your
own
possession
;
and
should
the
passing
thought
of
childhood
appear
above
her
mental
horizon
,
she
tells
you
all
about
her
own
children
as
graphically
as
if
she
were
editing
a
new
edition
of
The
Pillars
of
the
House
.
And
yet
you
talk
of
drawing
her
out
!
I
am
afraid
you
have
no
perceptions
,
Christopher
.
"
"
Possibly
not
;
everybody
does
n't
have
perceptions
.
I
am
frequently
struck
with
clever
people
's
lack
of
them
.
"
"
Well
,
I
'm
off
,
"
replied
Elisabeth
,
whipping
up
her
pony
,
"
to
hear
Mrs.
Herbert
's
outpourings
on
Felicia
's
happiness
;
when
I
come
back
I
expect
I
shall
be
able
to
write
another
poem
on
'
How
does
the
water
come
down
at
Lodore
'
—
with
a
difference
.
"
And
Christopher
—
who
had
met
her
in
the
High
Street
—
smiled
after
the
retreating
figure
in
sheer
delight
at
her
.
How
fresh
and
bright
and
spontaneous
she
was
,
he
thought
,
and
how
charmingly
ignorant
of
the
things
which
she
prided
herself
upon
understanding
so
profoundly
!
He
laughed
aloud
as
he
recalled
how
very
wise
Elisabeth
considered
herself
.
And
then
he
wondered
if
life
would
teach
her
to
be
less
sure
of
her
own
buoyant
strength
,
and
less
certain
of
her
ultimate
success
in
everything
she
undertook
;
and
,
if
it
did
,
he
felt
that
he
should
have
an
ugly
account
to
settle
with
life
.
He
was
willing
for
Fate
to
knock
him
about
as
much
and
as
hardly
as
she
pleased
,
provided
she
would
let
Elisabeth
alone
,
and
allow
the
girl
to
go
on
believing
in
herself
and
enjoying
herself
as
she
was
so
abundantly
capable
of
doing
.
By
this
time
Christopher
was
enough
of
a
philosopher
to
think
that
it
did
not
really
matter
much
in
the
long
run
whether
he
were
happy
or
unhappy
;
but
he
was
not
yet
able
to
regard
the
thought
of
Elisabeth
's
unhappiness
as
anything
but
a
catastrophe
of
the
most
insupportable
magnitude
;
which
showed
that
he
had
not
yet
sufficient
philosophy
to
go
round
.
When
Elisabeth
arrived
at
the
Moat
House
she
found
Mrs.
Herbert
alone
,
Felicia
having
gone
out
driving
with
her
husband
;
and
,
to
Elisabeth
's
surprise
,
there
was
no
sign
of
the
jubilation
which
she
had
anticipated
.
On
the
contrary
,
Mrs.
Herbert
was
subdued
and
tired-looking
.
"
I
am
so
glad
to
see
you
,
my
dear
,
"
she
said
,
kissing
Elisabeth
;
"
it
is
lonely
in
this
big
house
all
by
myself
.
"
"
It
is
always
rather
lonely
to
be
in
state
,
"
Elisabeth
replied
,
returning
her
salute
.
"
I
wonder
if
kings
find
it
lonely
all
by
themselves
in
pleasures
and
palaces
.
I
expect
they
do
,
but
they
put
up
with
the
loneliness
for
the
sake
of
the
stateliness
;
and
you
could
hardly
find
a
statelier
house
than
this
to
be
lonely
in
,
if
you
tried
.
"
"
Yes
;
it
is
a
beautiful
place
,
"
agreed
Mrs.
Herbert
listlessly
.
Elisabeth
wondered
what
was
wrong
,
but
she
did
not
ask
;
she
knew
that
Mrs.
Herbert
would
confide
in
her
very
soon
.
People
very
rarely
were
reserved
with
Elisabeth
;
she
was
often
amazed
at
the
rapidity
with
which
they
opened
their
inmost
hearts
to
her
.
Probably
this
accounted
in
some
measure
for
her
slowness
in
understanding
Christopher
,
who
had
made
it
a
point
of
honour
not
to
open
his
inmost
heart
to
her
.
"
Do
n't
the
woods
look
lovely
?
"
she
said
cheerfully
,
pretending
not
to
notice
anything
.
"
I
ca
n't
help
seeing
that
the
trees
are
beautiful
with
their
gilt
leaves
,
but
it
goes
against
my
principles
to
own
it
,
because
I
do
so
hate
the
autumn
.
I
wish
we
could
change
our
four
seasons
for
two
springs
and
two
summers
.
I
am
so
happy
in
the
summer
,
and
still
happier
in
the
spring
looking
forward
to
it
;
but
I
am
wretched
in
the
winter
because
I
am
cold
,
and
still
wretcheder
in
the
autumn
thinking
that
I
'm
going
to
be
even
colder
.
"
"
Yes
;
the
woods
are
pretty
—
very
pretty
indeed
.
"
"
I
am
so
glad
you
have
come
while
the
leaves
are
still
on
.
I
wanted
you
to
see
Felicia
's
home
at
its
very
best
;
and
,
at
its
best
,
it
is
a
home
that
any
woman
might
be
proud
of
.
"
Mrs.
Herbert
's
lip
trembled
.
"
It
is
indeed
a
most
beautiful
home
,
and
I
am
sure
Felicia
has
everything
to
make
her
happy
.
"
"
And
she
is
happy
,
Mrs.
Herbert
;
I
do
n't
think
I
ever
saw
anybody
so
perfectly
happy
as
Felicia
is
now
.
I
'm
afraid
I
could
never
be
quite
as
satisfied
with
any
impossible
ideal
of
a
husband
as
she
is
with
Alan
;
I
should
want
to
quarrel
with
him
just
for
the
fun
of
the
thing
,
and
to
find
out
his
faults
for
the
pleasure
of
correcting
them
.
A
man
as
faultless
as
Alan
—
I
mean
as
faultless
as
Felicia
considers
Alan
—
would
bore
me
;
but
he
suits
her
down
to
the
ground
.
"
But
even
then
Mrs.
Herbert
did
not
smile
;
instead
of
that
her
light
blue
eyes
filled
with
tears
.
"
Oh
!
my
dear
,
"
she
said
,
with
a
sob
in
her
voice
,
"
Felicia
is
ashamed
of
me
.
"
For
all
her
high
spirits
,
Elisabeth
generally
recognised
tragedy
when
she
met
it
face
to
face
;
and
she
knew
that
she
was
meeting
it
now
.
So
she
spoke
very
gently
—
"
My
dear
Mrs.
Herbert
,
whatever
do
you
mean
?
I
am
sure
you
are
not
very
strong
,
and
so
your
nerves
are
out
of
joint
,
and
make
you
imagine
things
.
"
"
No
,
my
love
;
it
is
no
imagination
on
my
part
.
I
only
wish
it
were
.
Who
can
know
Felicia
as
well
as
her
mother
knows
her
—
her
mother
who
has
worshipped
her
and
toiled
for
her
ever
since
she
was
a
little
baby
?
And
I
,
who
can
read
her
through
and
through
,
feel
that
she
is
ashamed
of
me
.
"
And
the
tears
overflowed
,
and
rolled
down
Mrs.
Herbert
's
faded
cheeks
.
Elisabeth
's
heart
swelled
with
an
immense
pity
,
for
her
quick
insight
told
her
that
Mrs.
Herbert
was
not
mistaken
;
but
all
she
said
was
—
"
I
think
you
are
making
mountains
out
of
molehills
.
Lots
of
girls
lose
their
heads
a
bit
when
first
they
are
married
,
and
seem
to
regard
marriage
as
a
special
invention
and
prerogative
of
their
own
,
which
entitles
them
to
give
themselves
air
ad
libitum
;
but
they
soon
grow
out
of
it
.
"
Mrs.
Herbert
shook
her
head
sorrowfully
;
her
tongue
was
loosed
and
she
spake
plain
.
"
Oh
!
it
is
n't
like
that
with
Felicia
;
I
should
think
nothing
of
that
.
I
remember
when
first
I
was
married
I
thought
that
no
unmarried
woman
knew
anything
,
and
that
no
married
woman
knew
anything
but
myself
;
but
,
as
you
say
,
I
soon
grew
out
of
that
.
Why
,
I
was
quite
ready
,
after
I
had
been
married
a
couple
of
months
,
to
teach
my
dear
mother
all
about
housekeeping
;
and
finely
she
laughed
at
me
for
it
.
But
Felicia
does
n't
trouble
to
teach
me
anything
;
she
thinks
it
is
n't
worth
while
.
"
"
Oh
!
I
can
not
believe
that
Felicia
is
like
that
.
You
must
be
mistaken
.
"
"
Mistaken
in
my
own
child
,
whom
I
carried
in
my
arms
as
a
little
baby
?
No
,
my
dear
;
there
are
some
things
about
which
mothers
can
never
be
mistaken
,
God
help
them
!
Do
you
think
I
did
not
understand
when
the
carriage
came
round
to-day
to
take
her
and
Alan
to
return
Lady
Patchingham
's
visit
,
and
Felicia
said
,
'
Mamma
wo
n't
go
with
us
to-day
,
Alan
dear
,
because
the
wind
is
in
the
east
,
and
it
always
gives
her
a
cold
to
drive
in
an
open
carriage
when
the
wind
is
in
the
east
'
?
Oh
!
I
saw
plain
enough
that
she
did
n't
want
me
to
go
with
them
to
Lady
Patchingham
's
;
but
I
only
thanked
her
and
said
I
would
rather
stay
indoors
,
as
it
would
be
safer
for
me
.
When
they
had
started
I
went
out
and
looked
at
the
weather-cock
for
myself
;
it
pointed
southwest
.
"
And
the
big
tears
rolled
down
faster
than
ever
.
Elisabeth
did
not
know
what
to
say
;
so
she
wisely
said
nothing
,
but
took
Mrs.
Herbert
's
hand
in
hers
and
stroked
it
.
"
Perhaps
,
my
dear
,
I
did
wrong
in
allowing
Felicia
to
marry
a
man
who
is
not
a
true
believer
,
and
this
is
my
punishment
.
"
"
Oh
!
no
,
no
,
Mrs.
Herbert
;
I
do
n't
believe
that
God
ever
punishes
for
the
sake
of
punishing
.
He
has
to
train
us
,
and
the
training
hurts
sometimes
;
but
when
it
does
,
I
think
He
minds
even
more
than
we
do
.
"
"
Well
,
my
love
,
I
can
not
say
;
it
is
not
for
us
to
inquire
into
the
counsels
of
the
Almighty
.
But
I
did
it
for
the
best
;
I
did
,
indeed
.
I
did
so
want
Felicia
to
be
happy
.
"
"
I
am
sure
you
did
.
"
"
You
see
,
all
my
life
I
had
taken
an
inferior
position
socially
,
and
the
iron
of
it
had
entered
into
my
soul
.
I
daresay
it
was
sinful
of
me
,
but
I
used
to
mind
so
dreadfully
when
my
husband
and
I
were
always
asked
to
second-rate
parties
,
and
introduced
to
second-rate
people
;
and
I
longed
and
prayed
that
my
darling
Felicia
should
be
spared
the
misery
and
the
humiliation
which
I
had
had
to
undergo
.
You
wo
n't
understand
it
,
Elisabeth
.
People
in
a
good
position
never
do
;
but
to
be
alternately
snubbed
and
patronized
all
one
's
life
,
as
I
have
been
,
makes
social
intercourse
one
long-drawn-out
agony
to
a
sensitive
woman
.
So
I
prayed
—
how
I
prayed
!
—
that
my
beautiful
daughter
should
never
suffer
as
I
have
done
.
"
Elisabeth
's
eyes
filled
with
tears
;
and
Mrs.
Herbert
,
encouraged
by
her
unspoken
sympathy
,
proceeded
—
"
Grand
people
are
so
cruel
,
my
dear
.
I
daresay
they
do
n't
mean
to
be
;
but
they
are
.
And
though
I
had
borne
it
for
myself
,
I
felt
I
could
not
bear
it
for
Felicia
.
I
thought
it
would
kill
me
to
see
fine
ladies
overlook
her
as
they
had
so
often
overlooked
me
.
So
when
Alan
wanted
to
marry
her
,
and
make
her
into
a
fine
lady
herself
,
I
was
overwhelmed
with
joy
;
and
I
felt
I
no
longer
minded
what
I
had
gone
through
,
now
that
I
knew
no
one
would
ever
dare
to
be
rude
to
my
beautiful
daughter
.
Now
I
see
I
was
wrong
to
set
earthly
blessings
before
spiritual
ones
;
but
I
think
you
understand
how
I
felt
,
Elisabeth
.
"
"
Yes
,
I
understand
;
and
God
understands
too
.
"
"
Then
do
n't
you
think
He
is
punishing
me
,
my
dear
?
"
"
No
;
I
think
He
is
training
Felicia
—
and
perhaps
you
too
,
dear
Mrs.
Herbert
.
"
"
Oh
!
I
wish
I
could
think
so
.
But
you
do
n't
know
what
Felicia
has
been
to
her
father
and
me
.
She
was
such
a
beautiful
baby
that
the
people
in
the
street
used
to
stop
the
nurse
to
ask
whose
child
she
was
;
and
when
she
grew
older
she
never
gave
us
a
moment
's
trouble
or
anxiety
.
Then
we
pinched
and
pared
in
order
to
be
able
to
afford
to
send
her
to
Fox
How
;
and
when
her
education
was
finished
there
was
n't
a
more
perfect
lady
in
the
land
than
our
Felicia
.
Oh
!
I
was
proud
of
her
,
I
can
tell
you
.
And
now
she
is
ashamed
of
me
,
her
own
mother
!
I
can
not
help
seeing
that
this
is
God
's
punishment
to
me
for
letting
her
marry
an
unbeliever
.
"
And
Mrs.
Herbert
covered
her
face
with
her
hands
and
burst
out
into
bitter
sobs
.
Elisabeth
took
the
weeping
form
into
her
strong
young
arms
.
"
My
poor
dear
,
you
are
doing
Him
an
injustice
,
you
are
,
indeed
.
I
am
sure
He
minds
even
more
than
you
do
that
Felicia
is
still
so
ignorant
and
foolish
,
and
He
is
training
her
in
His
own
way
.
But
He
is
n't
doing
it
to
punish
you
,
dear
;
believe
me
,
He
is
n't
.
Why
,
even
the
ordinary
human
beings
who
are
fond
of
us
want
to
cure
our
faults
and
not
to
punish
them
,
"
she
continued
,
as
the
memory
of
Christopher
's
unfailing
patience
with
her
suddenly
came
into
her
mind
,
and
she
recalled
how
often
she
had
hurt
him
,
and
how
readily
he
had
always
forgiven
her
;
"
they
are
sorry
when
we
do
wrong
,
but
they
are
even
sorrier
when
we
suffer
for
it
.
And
do
you
think
God
loves
us
less
than
they
do
,
and
is
quicker
to
punish
and
slower
to
forgive
?
"
So
does
the
love
of
the
brother
whom
we
have
seen
help
us
in
some
measure
to
understand
the
love
of
the
God
Whom
we
have
not
seen
;
for
which
we
owe
the
brother
eternal
thanks
.
CHANGES
Why
did
you
take
all
I
said
for
certain
When
I
so
gleefully
threw
the
glove
?
Could
n't
you
see
that
I
made
a
curtain
Out
of
my
laughter
to
hide
my
love
?
"
My
dear
,
"
said
Miss
Farringdon
,
when
Elisabeth
came
down
one
morning
to
breakfast
,
"
there
is
sad
news
to-day
.
"
Miss
Farringdon
was
never
late
in
a
morning
.
She
regarded
early
rising
as
a
virtue
on
a
par
with
faith
and
charity
;
while
to
appear
at
the
breakfast-table
after
the
breakfast
itself
had
already
appeared
thereon
was
,
in
her
eyes
,
as
the
sin
of
witchcraft
.
"
What
is
the
matter
?
"
asked
Elisabeth
,
somewhat
breathlessly
.
She
had
run
downstairs
at
full
speed
in
order
to
enter
the
dining-room
before
the
dishes
,
completing
her
toilet
as
she
fled
;
and
she
had
only
beaten
the
bacon
by
a
neck
.
"
Richard
Smallwood
has
had
a
paralytic
stroke
.
Christopher
sent
up
word
the
first
thing
this
morning
.
"
"
Oh
!
I
am
so
sorry
.
Mr.
Smallwood
is
such
a
dear
old
man
,
and
used
to
be
so
kind
to
Christopher
and
me
when
we
were
little
.
"
"
I
am
very
sorry
,
too
,
Elisabeth
.
I
have
known
Richard
Smallwood
all
my
life
,
and
he
was
a
valued
friend
of
my
dear
father
's
,
as
well
as
being
his
right
hand
in
all
matters
of
business
.
Both
my
father
and
uncle
thought
very
highly
of
Richard
's
opinion
,
and
considered
that
they
owed
much
of
their
commercial
success
to
his
advice
and
assistance
.
"
"
Poor
Christopher
!
I
wonder
if
he
will
mind
much
?
"
"
Of
course
he
will
mind
,
my
dear
.
What
a
strange
child
you
are
,
and
what
peculiar
things
you
say
!
Mr.
Smallwood
is
Christopher
's
only
living
relative
,
and
when
anything
happens
to
him
Christopher
will
be
entirely
alone
in
the
world
.
It
is
sad
for
any
one
to
be
quite
alone
;
and
especially
for
young
people
,
who
have
a
natural
craving
for
companionship
and
sympathy
.
"
Miss
Farringdon
sighed
.
She
had
spent
most
of
her
life
in
the
wilderness
and
on
the
mountain-tops
,
and
she
knew
how
cold
was
the
climate
and
how
dreary
the
prospect
there
.
Elisabeth
's
eyes
filled
with
tears
,
and
her
heart
swelled
with
a
strange
new
feeling
she
had
never
felt
before
.
For
the
first
time
in
her
life
Christopher
(
unconsciously
on
his
part
)
made
a
direct
appeal
to
her
pity
,
and
her
heart
responded
to
the
appeal
.
His
perspective
,
from
her
point
of
view
,
was
suddenly
changed
;
he
was
no
longer
the
kindly
,
easy-going
comrade
with
whom
she
had
laughed
and
quarrelled
and
made
it
up
again
ever
since
she
could
remember
,
and
with
whom
she
was
on
a
footing
of
such
familiar
intimacy
;
instead
,
he
had
become
a
man
standing
in
the
shadow
of
a
great
sorrow
,
whose
solitary
grief
commanded
her
respect
and
at
the
same
time
claimed
her
tenderness
.
All
through
breakfast
,
and
the
prayers
which
followed
,
Elisabeth
's
thoughts
ran
on
this
new
Christopher
,
who
was
so
much
more
interesting
and
yet
so
much
farther
off
than
the
old
one
.
She
wondered
how
he
would
look
and
what
he
would
say
when
next
she
saw
him
;
and
she
longed
to
see
him
again
,
and
yet
felt
frightened
at
the
thought
of
doing
so
.
At
prayers
that
morning
Miss
Farringdon
read
the
lament
of
David
over
Saul
and
Jonathan
;
and
while
the
words
of
undying
pathos
sounded
in
her
ears
,
Elisabeth
wondered
whether
Christopher
would
mourn
as
David
did
if
his
uncle
were
to
die
,
and
whether
he
would
let
her
comfort
him
.
When
prayers
were
over
,
Miss
Farringdon
bade
Elisabeth
accompany
her
to
Mr.
Smallwood
's
;
and
all
the
way
there
the
girl
's
heart
was
beating
so
fast
that
it
almost
choked
her
,
with
mingled
fear
of
and
tenderness
for
this
new
Christopher
who
had
taken
the
place
of
her
old
playmate
.
As
they
sat
waiting
for
him
in
the
oak-panelled
dining-room
,
a
fresh
wave
of
pity
swept
over
Elisabeth
as
she
realized
for
the
first
time
—
though
she
had
sat
there
over
and
over
again
—
what
a
cheerless
home
this
was
in
which
to
spend
one
's
childhood
and
youth
,
and
how
pluckily
Christopher
had
always
made
the
best
of
things
,
and
had
never
confessed
—
even
to
her
—
what
a
dreary
lot
was
his
.
Then
he
came
downstairs
;
and
as
she
heard
his
familiar
footstep
crossing
the
hall
her
heart
beat
faster
than
ever
,
and
there
was
a
mist
before
her
eyes
;
but
when
he
entered
the
room
and
shook
hands
,
first
with
Miss
Farringdon
and
then
with
her
,
she
was
quite
surprised
to
see
that
he
looked
very
much
as
he
always
looked
,
only
his
face
was
pale
and
his
eyes
heavy
for
want
of
sleep
;
and
his
smile
was
as
kind
as
ever
as
it
lighted
upon
her
.
"
It
is
very
good
of
you
to
come
to
me
so
quickly
,
"
he
said
,
addressing
Miss
Farringdon
but
looking
at
Elisabeth
.
"
Not
at
all
,
Christopher
,
"
replied
Miss
Maria
;
"
those
who
have
friends
must
show
themselves
friendly
,
and
your
uncle
has
certainly
proved
himself
of
the
sort
that
sticketh
closer
than
a
brother
.
No
son
could
have
done
more
for
my
father
—
no
brother
could
have
done
more
for
me
—
than
he
has
done
;
and
therefore
his
affliction
is
my
affliction
,
and
his
loss
is
my
loss
.
"
"
You
are
very
kind
.
"
And
Christopher
's
voice
shook
a
little
.
Elisabeth
did
not
speak
.
She
was
struggling
with
a
feeling
of
uncontrollable
shyness
which
completely
tied
her
usually
fluent
tongue
.
"
Is
he
very
ill
?
"
Miss
Farringdon
asked
.
"
Yes
,
"
Christopher
replied
,
"
I
'm
afraid
it
's
a
bad
job
altogether
.
The
doctor
thinks
he
will
last
only
a
few
days
;
but
if
he
lives
he
will
never
regain
the
use
of
his
speech
or
of
his
brain
;
and
I
do
n't
know
that
life
under
such
conditions
is
a
boon
to
be
desired
.
"
"
I
do
not
think
it
is
.
Yet
we
poor
mortals
long
to
keep
our
beloved
ones
with
us
,
even
though
it
is
but
the
semblance
of
their
former
selves
that
remain
.
"
Christopher
did
not
answer
.
There
suddenly
rushed
over
him
the
memory
of
all
that
his
uncle
had
been
to
him
,
and
of
how
that
uncle
still
treated
him
as
a
little
child
;
and
with
it
came
the
consciousness
that
,
when
his
uncle
was
gone
,
nobody
would
ever
treat
him
as
a
little
child
any
more
.
Life
is
somewhat
dreary
when
the
time
comes
for
us
to
be
grown-up
to
everybody
;
so
Christopher
looked
(
and
did
not
see
)
out
of
the
window
,
instead
of
speaking
.
"
Of
course
,
"
Miss
Farringdon
continued
,
"
you
will
take
his
place
,
should
he
be
—
as
I
fear
is
inevitable
—
unable
to
resume
work
at
the
Osierfield
;
and
I
have
such
a
high
opinion
of
you
,
Christopher
,
that
I
have
no
doubt
you
will
do
your
uncle
's
work
as
well
as
he
has
done
it
,
and
there
could
not
be
higher
praise
.
Nevertheless
,
it
saddens
me
to
know
that
another
of
the
old
landmarks
has
been
swept
away
,
and
that
now
I
only
am
left
of
what
used
to
be
the
Osierfield
forty
years
ago
.
The
work
may
be
done
as
well
by
the
new
hands
and
brains
as
by
the
old
ones
;
but
after
one
has
crossed
the
summit
of
the
mountain
and
begun
to
go
downhill
,
it
is
sorry
work
exchanging
old
lamps
for
new
.
The
new
lamps
may
give
brighter
light
,
perchance
;
but
their
light
is
too
strong
for
tired
old
eyes
;
and
we
grow
homesick
for
the
things
to
which
we
are
accustomed
.
"
And
Miss
Farringdon
took
off
her
spectacles
and
wiped
them
.
There
was
silence
for
a
few
seconds
,
while
Christopher
manfully
struggled
with
his
feelings
and
Miss
Maria
decorously
gave
vent
to
hers
.
Christopher
was
vexed
with
himself
for
so
nearly
breaking
down
before
Elisabeth
,
and
throwing
the
shadow
of
his
sorrow
across
the
sunshine
of
her
path
.
He
did
not
know
that
the
mother-heart
in
her
was
yearning
over
him
with
a
tenderness
almost
too
powerful
to
be
resisted
,
and
that
his
weakness
was
constraining
her
as
his
strength
had
never
done
.
He
was
rather
surprised
that
she
did
not
speak
to
him
;
but
with
the
patient
simplicity
of
a
strong
man
he
accepted
her
behaviour
without
questioning
it
.
Her
mere
presence
in
the
room
somehow
changed
everything
,
and
made
him
feel
that
no
world
which
contained
Elisabeth
could
ever
be
an
entirely
sorrowful
world
.
Of
course
he
knew
nothing
about
the
new
Christopher
which
had
suddenly
arisen
above
Elisabeth
's
horizon
;
he
was
far
too
masculine
to
understand
that
his
own
pathos
could
be
pathetic
,
or
his
own
suffering
dramatic
.
It
is
only
women
—
or
men
who
have
much
of
the
woman
in
their
composition
—
who
can
say
:
"
Here
I
and
sorrow
sit
,
This
is
my
throne
;
let
kings
come
bow
to
it
.
"
The
thoroughly
manly
man
is
incapable
of
seeing
the
picturesque
effect
of
his
own
misery
.
So
Christopher
pulled
himself
together
and
tried
to
talk
of
trivial
things
;
and
Miss
Farringdon
,
having
walked
through
the
dark
valley
herself
,
knew
the
comfort
of
the
commonplace
therein
,
and
fell
in
with
his
mood
,
discussing
nurses
and
remedies
and
domestic
arrangements
and
the
like
.
Elisabeth
,
however
,
was
distinctly
disappointed
in
Christopher
,
because
he
could
bring
himself
down
to
dwell
upon
these
trifling
matters
when
the
Angel
of
Death
had
crossed
the
lintel
of
his
doorway
only
last
night
,
and
was
still
hovering
round
with
overshadowing
wings
.
It
was
just
like
him
,
she
said
to
herself
,
to
give
his
attention
to
surface
details
,
and
to
miss
the
deeper
thing
.
She
had
yet
to
learn
that
it
was
because
he
felt
so
much
,
and
not
because
he
felt
so
little
,
that
Christopher
found
it
hard
to
utter
the
inmost
thoughts
of
his
heart
.
But
when
Miss
Farringdon
had
made
every
possible
arrangement
for
Mr.
Smallwood
's
comfort
,
and
they
rose
to
leave
,
Elisabeth
's
heart
smote
her
for
her
passing
impatience
;
so
she
lingered
behind
after
her
cousin
had
left
the
room
,
and
,
slipping
her
hand
into
Christopher
's
,
she
whispered
—
"
Chris
,
dear
,
I
'm
so
dreadfully
sorry
!
"
It
was
a
poor
little
speech
for
the
usually
eloquent
Elisabeth
to
make
;
in
cold
blood
she
herself
would
have
been
ashamed
of
it
;
but
Christopher
was
quite
content
.
For
a
second
he
forgot
that
he
had
decided
not
to
let
Elisabeth
know
that
he
loved
her
until
he
was
in
a
position
to
marry
her
,
and
he
very
nearly
took
her
in
his
strong
arms
and
kissed
her
there
and
then
;
but
before
he
had
time
to
do
this
,
his
good
angel
(
or
perhaps
his
bad
one
,
for
it
is
often
difficult
to
ascertain
how
one
's
two
guardian
spirits
divide
their
work
)
reminded
him
that
it
was
his
duty
to
leave
Elisabeth
free
to
live
her
own
life
,
unhampered
by
the
knowledge
of
a
love
which
might
possibly
find
no
fulfilment
in
this
world
where
money
is
considered
the
one
thing
needful
;
so
he
merely
returned
the
pressure
of
her
hand
,
and
said
in
a
queer
,
strained
sort
of
voice
—
"
Thanks
awfully
,
dear
.
It
is
n't
half
so
rough
on
a
fellow
when
he
knows
you
are
sorry
.
"
And
Elisabeth
also
was
content
.
Contrary
to
the
doctor
's
expectations
,
Richard
Smallwood
did
not
die
:
he
had
lost
all
power
of
thought
or
speech
,
and
never
regained
them
,
but
lived
on
for
years
a
living
corpse
;
and
the
burden
of
his
illness
lay
heavily
on
Christopher
's
young
shoulders
.
Life
was
specially
dark
to
poor
Christopher
just
then
.
His
uncle
's
utter
break-down
effectually
closed
the
door
on
all
chances
of
escape
from
the
drudgery
of
the
Osierfield
to
a
higher
and
wider
sphere
;
for
,
until
now
,
he
had
continued
to
hope
against
hope
that
he
might
induce
that
uncle
to
start
him
in
some
other
walk
of
life
,
where
the
winning
of
Elisabeth
would
enter
into
the
region
of
practical
politics
.
But
now
all
chance
of
this
was
over
;
Richard
Smallwood
was
beyond
the
reach
of
the
entreaties
and
arguments
which
hitherto
he
had
so
firmly
resisted
.
There
was
nothing
left
for
Christopher
to
do
but
to
step
into
his
uncle
's
shoes
,
and
try
to
make
the
best
of
his
life
as
general
manager
of
the
Osierfield
,
handicapped
still
further
by
the
charge
of
that
uncle
,
which
made
it
impossible
for
him
to
dream
of
bringing
home
a
wife
to
the
big
old
house
in
the
High
Street
.
There
was
only
one
drop
of
sweetness
in
the
bitterness
of
his
cup
—
one
ray
of
light
in
the
darkness
of
his
outlook
;
and
that
was
the
consciousness
that
he
could
still
go
on
seeing
and
loving
and
serving
Elisabeth
,
although
he
might
never
be
able
to
tell
her
he
was
doing
so
.
He
hoped
that
she
would
understand
;
but
here
he
was
too
sanguine
;
Elisabeth
was
as
yet
incapable
of
comprehending
any
emotion
until
she
had
seen
it
reduced
to
a
prescription
.
So
Christopher
lived
on
in
the
gloomy
house
,
and
looked
after
his
uncle
as
tenderly
as
a
mother
looks
after
a
sick
child
.
To
all
intents
and
purposes
Richard
was
a
child
again
;
he
could
not
speak
or
think
,
but
he
still
loved
his
nephew
,
the
only
one
of
his
own
flesh
and
blood
;
and
he
smiled
like
a
child
every
time
that
Christopher
came
into
his
room
,
and
cried
like
a
child
ever
;
time
that
Christopher
went
away
.
Elisabeth
was
very
sorry
for
Christopher
at
first
,
and
very
tender
toward
him
;
but
after
a
time
the
coldness
,
which
he
felt
it
his
duty
to
show
toward
her
in
the
changed
state
of
affairs
,
had
its
natural
effect
,
and
she
decided
that
it
was
foolish
to
waste
her
sympathy
upon
any
one
who
obviously
needed
and
valued
it
so
little
.
Moreover
,
she
had
not
forgotten
that
strange
,
new
feeling
which
disturbed
her
heart
the
morning
after
Mr.
Smallwood
was
taken
ill
;
and
she
experienced
,
half
unconsciously
,
a
thoroughly
feminine
resentment
against
the
man
who
had
called
into
being
such
an
emotion
,
and
then
apparently
had
found
no
use
for
it
.
So
Elisabeth
in
her
heart
of
hearts
was
at
war
with
Christopher
—
that
slumbering
,
smouldering
sort
of
warfare
which
is
ready
to
break
out
into
fire
and
battle
at
the
slightest
provocation
;
and
this
state
of
affairs
did
not
tend
to
make
life
any
the
easier
for
him
.
He
felt
he
could
have
cheerfully
borne
it
all
if
only
Elisabeth
had
been
kind
and
had
understood
;
but
Elisabeth
did
not
understand
him
in
the
least
,
and
was
consequently
unkind
—
far
more
unkind
than
she
,
in
her
careless
,
light-hearted
philosophy
,
dreamed
of
.
She
,
too
,
had
her
disappointments
to
bear
just
then
.
The
artist-soul
in
her
had
grown
up
,
and
was
crying
out
for
expression
;
and
she
vainly
prayed
her
cousin
to
let
her
go
to
the
Slade
School
,
and
there
learn
to
develop
the
power
that
was
in
her
.
But
Miss
Farringdon
belonged
to
the
generation
which
regarded
art
purely
as
a
recreation
—
such
as
fancy-work
,
croquet
,
and
the
like
—
and
she
considered
that
young
women
should
be
trained
for
the
more
serious
things
of
life
;
by
which
she
meant
the
ordering
of
suitable
dinners
for
the
rich
and
the
manufacturing
of
seemly
garments
for
the
poor
.
So
Elisabeth
had
to
endure
the
agony
which
none
but
an
artist
can
know
—
the
agony
of
being
dumb
when
one
has
an
angel-whispered
secret
to
tell
forth
—
of
being
bound
hand
and
foot
when
one
has
a
God-sent
message
to
write
upon
the
wall
.
Now
and
then
Miss
Maria
took
her
young
cousin
up
to
town
for
a
few
weeks
,
and
thus
Elisabeth
came
to
have
a
bowing
acquaintanceship
with
London
;
but
of
London
as
an
ever-fascinating
,
never-wearying
friend
she
knew
nothing
.
There
are
people
who
tell
us
that
"
London
is
delightful
in
the
season
,
"
and
that
"
the
country
is
very
pretty
in
the
summer
,
"
and
we
smile
at
them
as
a
man
would
smile
at
those
who
said
that
his
mother
was
"
a
pleasant
person
,
"
or
his
heart
's
dearest
"
a
charming
girl
.
"
Those
who
know
London
and
the
country
,
as
London
and
the
country
deserve
to
be
known
,
do
not
talk
in
this
way
,
for
they
have
learned
that
there
is
no
end
to
the
wonder
or
the
interest
or
the
mystery
of
either
.
The
year
following
Richard
Smallwood
's
break-down
,
a
new
interest
came
into
Elisabeth
's
life
.
A
son
and
heir
was
born
at
the
Moat
House
;
and
Elisabeth
was
one
of
the
women
who
are
predestined
to
the
worship
of
babies
.
Very
tightly
did
the
tiny
fingers
twine
themselves
round
her
somewhat
empty
heart
;
for
Elisabeth
was
meant
to
love
much
,
and
at
present
her
supply
of
the
article
was
greatly
in
excess
of
the
demand
made
upon
it
.
So
she
poured
the
surplus
—
which
no
one
else
seemed
to
need
—
upon
the
innocent
head
of
Felicia
's
baby
;
and
she
found
that
the
baby
never
misjudged
her
nor
disappointed
her
,
as
older
people
seemed
so
apt
to
do
.
One
of
her
most
devout
fellow-worshippers
was
Mrs.
Herbert
,
who
derived
comfort
from
the
fact
that
little
Willie
was
not
ashamed
of
her
as
little
Willie
's
mother
was
;
so
—
like
many
a
disappointed
woman
before
them
—
both
Mrs.
Herbert
and
Elisabeth
discovered
the
healing
power
which
lies
in
the
touch
of
a
baby
's
hand
.
Felicia
loved
the
child
,
too
,
in
her
way
;
but
she
was
of
the
type
of
woman
to
whom
the
husband
is
always
dearer
than
the
children
.
But
Alan
's
cup
was
filled
to
overflowing
,
and
he
loved
his
son
as
he
loved
his
own
soul
.
One
of
Christopher
's
expedients
for
hiding
the
meditations
of
his
heart
from
Elisabeth
's
curious
eyes
was
the
discussion
with
her
of
what
people
call
"
general
subjects
"
;
and
this
tried
her
temper
to
the
utmost
.
She
regarded
it
as
a
sign
of
superficiality
to
talk
of
superficial
things
;
and
she
hardly
ever
went
in
to
dinner
with
a
man
without
arriving
at
the
discussion
of
abstract
love
and
the
second
entrée
simultaneously
.
It
had
never
yet
dawned
upon
her
that
as
a
rule
it
is
because
one
has
not
experienced
a
feeling
that
one
is
able
to
describe
it
;
she
reasoned
in
the
contrary
direction
,
and
came
to
the
conclusion
that
those
persons
have
no
hearts
at
all
whose
sleeves
are
unadorned
with
the
same
.
Therefore
it
was
intolerable
to
her
when
Christopher
—
who
had
played
with
her
as
a
child
,
and
had
once
very
nearly
made
her
grow
up
into
a
woman
—
talked
to
her
about
the
contents
of
the
newspapers
.
"
I
never
look
at
the
papers
,
"
she
answered
crossly
one
day
,
in
reply
to
some
unexceptionable
and
uninteresting
comment
of
his
upon
such
history
as
was
just
then
in
the
raw
material
;
"
I
hate
them
.
"
"
Why
do
you
hate
them
?
"
Christopher
was
surprised
at
her
vehemence
.
"
Because
there
is
cholera
in
the
South
of
France
,
and
I
never
look
at
the
papers
when
there
is
cholera
about
,
it
frightens
me
so
.
"
Elisabeth
had
all
the
pity
of
a
thoroughly
healthy
person
for
the
suffering
that
could
not
touch
her
,
and
the
unreasoning
terror
of
a
thoroughly
healthy
person
for
the
suffering
which
could
.
"
But
there
is
nothing
to
frighten
you
in
that
,
"
said
Christopher
,
in
his
most
comforting
tone
;
"
France
is
such
a
beastly
dirty
hole
that
they
are
bound
to
have
diseases
going
on
there
,
such
as
could
never
trouble
clean
,
local-boarded
,
old
England
.
And
then
it
's
so
far
away
,
too
.
I
'd
never
worry
about
that
,
if
I
were
you
.
"
"
Would
n't
you
?
"
Elisabeth
was
at
war
with
him
,
but
she
was
not
insensible
to
the
consolation
he
never
failed
to
afford
her
when
things
went
wrong
.
"
Good
gracious
,
no
!
England
is
so
well
looked
after
,
with
county
councils
and
such
,
that
even
if
an
epidemic
came
here
they
'd
stamp
it
out
like
one
o'clock
.
Do
n't
frighten
yourself
with
bogeys
,
Elisabeth
,
there
's
a
good
girl
!
"
"
I
feel
just
the
same
about
newspapers
now
that
I
used
to
feel
about
Lalla
Rookh
,
"
said
Elisabeth
confidentially
.
Christopher
was
puzzled
.
"
I
'm
afraid
I
do
n't
see
quite
the
connection
,
but
I
have
no
doubt
it
is
there
,
like
Mrs.
Wilfer
's
petticoat
.
"
"
In
Cousin
Maria
's
copy
of
Lalla
Rookh
there
is
a
most
awful
picture
of
the
Veiled
Prophet
of
Khorassan
;
and
when
I
was
little
I
went
nearly
mad
with
terror
of
that
picture
.
I
used
to
go
and
look
at
it
when
nobody
was
about
,
and
it
frightened
me
more
and
more
every
time
.
"
"
Why
on
earth
did
n't
you
tell
me
about
it
?
"
"
I
do
n't
know
.
I
felt
I
would
n't
tell
anybody
for
worlds
,
but
must
keep
it
a
ghastly
secret
.
Sometimes
I
used
to
hide
the
book
,
and
try
to
forget
where
I
'd
hidden
it
.
But
I
never
could
forget
,
and
in
the
end
I
always
went
and
found
it
,
and
peeped
at
the
picture
and
nearly
died
of
terror
.
The
mere
outside
of
the
book
had
a
horrible
fascination
for
me
.
I
used
to
look
at
it
all
the
time
I
was
in
the
drawing-room
,
and
then
pretend
I
was
n't
looking
at
it
;
yet
if
the
housemaid
had
moved
it
an
inch
in
dusting
the
table
where
it
lay
,
I
always
knew
.
"
"
Poor
little
silly
child
!
If
only
you
'd
have
told
me
,
I
'd
have
asked
Miss
Farringdon
to
put
it
away
where
you
could
n't
get
at
it
.
"
"
But
I
could
n't
have
told
you
,
Chris
—
I
could
n't
have
told
anybody
.
There
seemed
to
be
some
terrible
bond
between
that
dreadful
book
and
me
which
I
was
bound
to
keep
secret
.
Of
course
it
does
n't
frighten
me
any
longer
,
though
I
shall
always
hate
it
;
but
the
newspapers
frighten
me
just
in
the
same
way
when
there
are
horrible
things
in
them
.
"
"
Why
,
Betty
,
I
am
ashamed
of
you
!
And
such
a
clever
girl
as
you
,
too
,
to
be
taken
in
by
the
romancing
of
penny-a-liners
!
They
always
make
the
worst
of
things
in
newspapers
in
order
to
sell
them
.
"
"
Oh
!
then
you
think
things
are
n't
as
bad
as
newspapers
say
?
"
"
Nothing
like
;
but
they
must
write
something
for
people
to
read
,
and
the
more
sensational
it
is
the
better
people
like
it
.
"
Elisabeth
was
comforted
;
and
she
never
knew
that
Christopher
did
not
leave
the
house
that
day
without
asking
Miss
Farringdon
if
,
for
a
few
weeks
,
the
daily
paper
might
be
delivered
at
the
works
and
sent
up
to
the
Willows
afterward
,
as
he
wanted
to
see
the
trade-reports
the
first
thing
in
the
morning
.
This
was
done
;
and
sometimes
Christopher
remembered
to
send
the
papers
on
to
the
house
,
and
sometimes
he
did
not
.
On
these
latter
occasions
Miss
Farringdon
severely
reproved
him
,
and
told
him
that
he
would
never
be
as
capable
a
man
as
his
uncle
had
been
,
if
he
did
not
endeavour
to
cultivate
his
memory
;
whereat
Chris
was
inwardly
tickled
,
but
was
outwardly
very
penitent
and
apologetic
,
promising
to
try
to
be
less
forgetful
in
future
.
And
he
kept
his
word
;
for
not
once
—
while
the
epidemic
in
the
South
of
France
lasted
—
did
he
forget
to
forget
to
send
the
newspaper
up
to
the
Willows
when
there
was
anything
in
it
calculated
to
alarm
the
most
timid
reader
.
"
Cousin
Maria
,
"
said
Elisabeth
,
a
few
days
after
this
,
"
I
hear
that
Coulson
's
circus
is
coming
to
Burlingham
,
and
I
want
to
go
and
see
it
.
"
Miss
Farringdon
looked
up
over
the
tops
of
her
gold-rimmed
spectacles
.
"
Do
you
,
my
dear
?
Well
,
I
see
no
reason
why
you
should
not
.
I
have
been
brought
up
to
disapprove
of
theatres
,
and
I
always
shall
disapprove
of
them
;
but
I
confess
I
have
never
seen
any
harm
in
going
to
a
circus
.
"
It
is
always
interesting
to
note
where
people
draw
the
line
between
right
and
wrong
in
dealing
with
forms
of
amusement
;
and
it
is
doubtful
whether
two
separate
lines
are
ever
quite
identical
in
their
curves
.
"
Christopher
could
take
me
,
"
Elisabeth
continued
;
"
and
if
he
could
n't
,
I
'm
sure
Alan
would
.
"
"
I
should
prefer
you
to
go
with
Christopher
,
my
dear
;
he
is
more
thoughtful
and
dependable
than
Alan
Tremaine
.
I
always
feel
perfectly
happy
about
you
when
you
have
Christopher
to
take
care
of
you
.
"
Elisabeth
laughed
her
cousin
to
scorn
.
She
did
not
want
anybody
to
take
care
of
her
,
she
thought
;
she
was
perfectly
able
to
take
care
of
herself
.
But
Miss
Farringdon
belonged
to
a
time
when
single
women
of
forty
were
supposed
to
require
careful
supervision
;
and
Elisabeth
was
but
four-and-twenty
.
Christopher
,
when
consulted
,
fell
into
the
arrangement
with
alacrity
;
and
it
was
arranged
for
him
to
take
Elisabeth
over
to
Burlingham
on
the
one
day
that
Coulson
's
circus
was
on
exhibition
there
.
Elisabeth
looked
forward
to
the
treat
like
a
child
;
for
she
was
by
nature
extremely
fond
of
pleasure
,
and
by
circumstance
little
accustomed
to
it
.
Great
then
was
her
disappointment
when
the
morning
of
the
day
arrived
,
to
receive
a
short
note
from
Christopher
saying
that
he
was
extremely
sorry
to
inconvenience
her
,
but
that
his
business
engagements
made
it
impossible
for
him
to
take
her
to
Burlingham
that
day
;
and
adding
various
apologies
and
hopes
that
she
would
not
be
too
angry
with
him
.
She
had
so
few
treats
that
her
disappointment
at
losing
one
was
really
acute
for
the
moment
;
but
what
hurt
her
far
more
than
the
disappointment
was
the
consciousness
that
Chris
had
obeyed
the
calls
of
business
rather
than
her
behest
—
had
thought
less
of
her
pleasure
than
of
the
claims
of
the
Osierfield
.
All
Elisabeth
's
pride
(
or
was
it
her
vanity
?
)
rose
up
in
arms
at
the
slight
which
Christopher
had
thus
put
upon
her
;
and
she
felt
angrier
with
him
than
she
had
ever
felt
with
anybody
in
her
life
before
.
She
began
to
pour
out
the
vials
of
her
wrath
in
the
presence
of
Miss
Farringdon
;
but
that
good
lady
was
so
much
pleased
to
find
a
young
man
who
cared
more
for
business
than
for
pleasure
,
or
even
for
a
young
woman
,
that
she
accorded
Elisabeth
but
scant
sympathy
.
So
Elisabeth
possessed
her
wounded
soul
in
extreme
impatience
,
until
such
time
as
the
offender
himself
should
appear
upon
the
scene
,
ready
to
receive
those
vials
which
had
been
specially
prepared
for
his
destruction
.
He
duly
appeared
about
tea-time
,
and
found
Elisabeth
consuming
the
smoke
of
her
anger
in
the
garden
.
"
I
hope
you
are
not
very
angry
with
me
,
"
he
began
in
a
humble
tone
,
sitting
down
beside
her
on
the
old
rustic
seat
;
"
but
I
found
myself
obliged
to
disappoint
you
as
soon
as
I
got
to
the
works
this
morning
;
and
I
am
sure
you
know
me
well
enough
to
understand
that
it
was
n't
my
fault
,
and
that
I
could
n't
help
myself
.
"
"
I
do
n't
know
you
well
enough
for
anything
of
the
kind
,
"
replied
Elisabeth
,
flashing
a
pair
of
very
bright
eyes
upon
his
discomfited
face
;
"
but
I
know
you
well
enough
to
understand
that
you
are
just
a
mass
of
selfishness
and
horridness
,
and
that
you
care
for
nothing
but
just
what
interests
and
pleases
yourself
.
"
Christopher
was
startled
.
"
Elisabeth
,
you
do
n't
mean
that
;
you
know
you
do
n't
.
"
"
Yes
;
I
do
.
I
mean
that
I
have
always
hated
you
,
and
that
I
hate
you
more
than
ever
to-day
.
It
was
just
like
you
to
care
more
for
the
business
than
you
did
for
me
,
and
never
to
mind
about
my
disappointment
as
long
as
that
nasty
old
ironworks
was
satisfied
.
I
tell
you
I
hate
you
,
and
I
hate
the
works
,
and
I
hate
everything
connected
with
you
.
"
Christopher
looked
utterly
astonished
.
He
had
no
idea
,
he
said
to
himself
,
that
Elisabeth
cared
so
much
about
going
to
Coulson
's
circus
;
and
he
could
not
see
anything
in
the
frustration
of
a
day
's
excursion
to
account
for
such
a
storm
of
indignation
as
this
.
He
did
not
realize
that
it
was
the
rage
of
a
monarch
whose
kingdom
was
in
a
state
of
rebellion
,
and
whose
dominion
seemed
in
danger
of
slipping
away
altogether
.
Elisabeth
might
not
understand
Christopher
;
but
Christopher
was
not
always
guiltless
of
misunderstanding
Elisabeth
.
"
And
it
was
just
like
you
,
"
Elisabeth
went
on
,
"
not
to
let
me
know
till
the
last
minute
,
when
it
was
too
late
for
anything
to
be
done
.
If
you
had
only
had
the
consideration
—
I
may
say
the
mere
civility
—
to
send
word
last
night
that
your
royal
highness
could
not
be
bothered
with
me
and
my
affairs
to-day
,
I
could
have
arranged
with
Alan
Tremaine
to
take
me
.
He
is
always
able
to
turn
his
attention
for
a
time
from
his
own
pleasure
to
other
people
's
.
"
"
But
I
thought
I
told
you
that
it
was
not
until
I
got
to
the
works
this
morning
that
I
discovered
it
would
be
impossible
for
me
to
take
you
to
Burlingham
to-day
.
"
"
Then
you
ought
to
have
found
it
out
sooner
.
"
"
Hang
it
all
!
I
really
can
not
find
out
things
before
they
occur
.
Clever
as
I
am
,
I
am
not
quite
clever
enough
for
that
.
If
I
were
,
I
should
soon
make
my
own
fortune
by
telling
other
people
theirs
.
"
But
Elisabeth
was
too
angry
to
be
flippant
.
"
The
fact
is
you
care
for
nothing
but
yourself
and
your
horrid
old
business
.
I
always
told
you
how
it
would
be
.
"
"
You
did
.
For
whatever
faults
you
may
have
to
blame
yourself
,
over-indulgence
toward
mine
will
never
be
one
of
them
.
You
can
make
your
conscience
quite
clear
on
that
score
.
"
Christopher
was
as
determined
to
treat
the
quarrel
lightly
as
Elisabeth
was
to
deal
with
it
on
serious
grounds
.
"
You
have
grown
into
a
regular
,
commonplace
,
money-grubbing
,
business
man
,
with
no
thoughts
for
anything
higher
than
making
iron
and
money
and
vulgar
things
like
that
.
"
"
And
making
you
angry
—
that
is
a
source
of
distinct
pleasure
to
me
.
You
have
no
idea
how
charming
you
are
when
you
are
—
well
,
for
the
sake
of
euphony
we
will
say
slightly
ruffled
,
Miss
Elisabeth
Farringdon
.
"
Elisabeth
stamped
her
foot
.
"
I
wish
to
goodness
you
'd
be
serious
sometimes
!
Frivolity
is
positively
loathsome
in
a
man
.
"
"
Then
I
repent
it
in
dust
and
ashes
,
and
shall
rely
upon
your
more
sedate
and
serious
mind
to
correct
this
tendency
in
me
.
Besides
,
as
you
generally
blame
me
for
erring
in
the
opposite
direction
,
it
is
a
relief
to
find
you
smiting
me
on
the
other
cheek
as
a
change
.
It
keeps
up
my
mental
circulation
better
.
"
"
You
are
both
too
frivolous
and
too
serious
.
"
Christopher
was
unwise
enough
to
laugh
.
"
My
dear
child
,
I
seem
to
make
what
is
called
'
a
corner
'
in
vices
;
but
even
I
can
not
reconcile
the
conflicting
ones
.
"
Then
Elisabeth
's
anger
settled
down
into
the
quiet
stage
.
"
If
you
think
it
gentlemanly
to
disappoint
a
lady
and
then
insult
her
,
pray
go
on
doing
so
;
I
can
only
say
that
I
do
n't
.
"
"
What
on
earth
do
you
mean
,
Elisabeth
?
Do
you
really
believe
that
I
meant
to
vex
you
?
"
The
laughter
had
entirely
died
out
of
Christopher
's
face
,
and
his
voice
was
hoarse
.
"
I
do
n't
know
what
you
meant
,
and
I
am
afraid
I
do
n't
much
mind
.
All
I
know
is
that
you
did
disappoint
me
and
did
insult
me
,
and
that
is
enough
for
me
.
The
purity
of
your
motives
is
not
my
concern
;
I
merely
resent
the
impertinence
of
your
behaviour
.
"
Christopher
rose
from
his
seat
;
he
was
serious
enough
now
.
"
You
are
unjust
to
me
,
Elisabeth
,
but
I
can
not
and
will
not
attempt
to
justify
myself
.
Good
afternoon
.
"
For
a
second
the
misery
on
his
face
penetrated
the
thunder-clouds
of
Elisabeth
's
indignation
.
"
Wo
n't
you
have
some
tea
before
you
go
?
"
she
asked
.
It
seemed
brutal
—
even
to
her
outraged
feelings
—
to
send
so
old
a
friend
empty
away
.
Christopher
's
smile
was
very
bitter
as
he
