andhe
was
angry
with
them
.
But
he
could
not
,
you
cannot
,
read
the
lot
of
those
who
daily
pass
you
by
in
the
street
.
How
do
you
know
the
wild
romances
of
their
lives
;
the
trials
,
the
temptations
they
are
even
now
enduring
,
resisting
,
sinking
under
?
You
may
be
elbowed
one
instant
by
the
girl
desperate
in
her
abandonment
,
laughing
in
mad
merriment
with
her
outward
gesture
,
while
her
soul
is
longing
for
the
rest
of
the
dead
,
and
bringing
itself
to
think
of
the
cold-flowing
river
as
the
only
mercy
of
God
remaining
to
her
here
.
You
may
pass
the
criminal
,
meditating
crimes
at
which
you
will
to-morrow
shudder
with
horror
as
you
read
them
.
You
may
push
against
one
,
humble
and
unnoticed
,
the
last
upon
earth
,
who
in
Heaven
will
for
ever
be
in
the
immediate
light
of
God
's
countenance
.
Errands
of
mercy
—
errands
of
sin
—
did
you
ever
think
where
all
the
thousands
of
people
you
daily
meet
are
bound
?
Barton
's
was
an
errand
of
mercy
;
but
the
thoughts
of
his
heart
were
touched
by
sin
,
by
bitter
hatred
of
the
happy
,
whom
he
,
for
the
time
,
confounded
with
the
selfish
.
He
reached
a
druggist
's
shop
,
and
entered
.
The
druggist
(
whose
smooth
manners
seemed
to
have
been
salved
over
with
his
own
spermaceti
)
listened
attentively
to
Barton
's
description
of
Davenport
's
illness
;
concluded
it
was
typhus
fever
,
very
prevalent
in
that
neighbourhood
;
and
proceeded
to
make
up
a
bottle
of
medicine
,
sweet
spirits
of
nitre
,
or
some
such
innocent
potion
,
very
good
for
slight
colds
,
but
utterly
powerless
to
stop
,
for
an
instant
,
the
raging
fever
of
the
poor
man
it
was
intended
to
relieve
.
He
recommended
the
same
course
they
had
previously
determined
to
adopt
,
applying
the
next
morning
for
an
infirmary
order
;
and
Barton
left
the
shop
with
comfortable
faith
in
the
physic
given
him
;
for
men
of
his
class
,
if
they
believe
in
physic
at
all
,
believe
that
every
description
is
equally
efficacious
.
Meanwhile
,
Wilson
had
done
what
he
could
at
Davenport
's
home
.
He
had
soothed
,
and
covered
the
man
many
a
time
;
he
had
fed
and
hushed
the
little
child
,
and
spoken
tenderly
to
the
woman
,
who
lay
still
in
her
weakness
and
her
weariness
.
He
had
opened
a
door
,
but
only
for
an
instant
;
it
led
into
a
back
cellar
,
with
a
grating
instead
of
a
window
,
down
which
dropped
the
moisture
from
pigsties
,
and
worse
abominations
.
It
was
not
paved
;
the
floor
was
one
mass
of
bad
smelling
mud
.
It
had
never
been
used
,
for
there
was
not
an
article
of
furniture
in
it
;
nor
could
a
human
being
,
much
less
a
pig
,
have
lived
there
many
days
.
Yet
the
"
back
apartment
"
made
a
difference
in
the
rent
.
The
Davenports
paid
threepence
more
for
having
two
rooms
.
When
he
turned
round
again
,
he
saw
the
woman
suckling
the
child
from
her
dry
,
withered
breast
.
"
Surely
the
lad
is
weaned
!
"
exclaimed
he
,
in
surprise
.
"
Why
,
how
old
is
he
?
"
"
Going
on
two
year
,
"
she
faintly
answered
.
"
But
,
oh
!
it
keeps
him
quiet
when
I
've
nought
else
to
gi
'
him
,
and
he
'll
get
a
bit
of
sleep
lying
there
,
if
he
's
getten
nought
beside
.
We
han
done
our
best
to
gi
'
the
childer
[
15
]
food
,
howe'er
we
pinched
ourselves
.
"
"
Han
[
16
]
ye
had
no
money
fra
th
'
town
?
"
"
No
;
my
master
is
Buckinghamshire
born
;
and
he
's
feared
the
town
would
send
him
back
to
his
parish
,
if
he
went
to
th
'
board
;
so
we
've
just
borne
on
in
hope
o
'
better
times
.
But
I
think
they
'll
never
come
in
my
day
;
"
and
the
poor
woman
began
her
weak
high-pitched
cry
again
.
"
Here
,
sup
[
17
]
this
drop
o
'
gruel
,
and
then
try
and
get
a
bit
o
'
sleep
.
John
and
I
'll
watch
by
your
master
to-night
.
"
"
God
's
blessing
be
on
you
!
"
She
finished
the
gruel
,
and
fell
into
a
deep
sleep
.
Wilson
covered
her
with
his
coat
as
well
as
he
could
,
and
tried
to
move
lightly
for
fear
of
disturbing
her
;
but
there
need
have
been
no
such
dread
,
for
her
sleep
was
profound
and
heavy
with
exhaustion
.
Once
only
she
roused
to
pull
the
coat
round
her
little
child
.
And
now
all
Wilson
's
care
,
and
Barton
's
to
boot
,
was
wanted
to
restrain
the
wild
mad
agony
of
the
fevered
man
.
He
started
up
,
he
yelled
,
he
seemed
infuriated
by
overwhelming
anxiety
.
He
cursed
and
swore
,
which
surprised
Wilson
,
who
knew
his
piety
in
health
,
and
who
did
not
know
the
unbridled
tongue
of
delirium
.
At
length
he
seemed
exhausted
,
and
fell
asleep
;
and
Barton
and
Wilson
drew
near
the
fire
,
and
talked
together
in
whispers
.
They
sat
on
the
floor
,
for
chairs
there
were
none
;
the
sole
table
was
an
old
tub
turned
upside-down
.
They
put
out
the
candle
and
conversed
by
the
flickering
fire-light
.
"
Han
yo
known
this
chap
long
?
"
asked
Barton
.
"
Better
nor
three
year
.
He
's
worked
wi
'
Carsons
that
long
,
and
were
alway
a
steady
,
civil-spoken
fellow
,
though
,
as
I
said
afore
,
somewhat
of
a
Methodee
.
I
wish
I
'd
gotten
a
letter
he
sent
his
missis
,
a
week
or
two
agone
,
when
he
were
on
tramp
for
work
.
It
did
my
heart
good
to
read
it
;
for
,
yo
see
,
I
were
a
bit
grumbling
mysel
;
it
seemed
hard
to
be
spunging
on
Jem
,
and
taking
a
'
his
flesh-meat
money
to
buy
bread
for
me
and
them
as
I
ought
to
be
keeping
.
But
,
yo
know
,
though
I
can
earn
nought
,
I
mun
eat
summut
.
Well
,
as
I
telled
ye
,
I
were
grumbling
,
when
she
(
indicating
the
sleeping
woman
by
a
nod
)
brought
me
Ben
's
letter
,
for
she
could
na
read
hersel
.
It
were
as
good
as
Bible-words
;
ne'er
a
word
o
'
repining
;
a
'
about
God
being
our
Father
,
and
that
we
mun
bear
patiently
whate'er
He
sends
.
"
"
Don
ye
think
He
's
th
'
masters
'
Father
,
too
?
I
'd
be
loath
to
have
'
em
for
brothers
.
"
"
Eh
,
John
!
donna
talk
so
;
sure
there
's
many
and
many
a
master
as
good
or
better
nor
us
.
"
"
If
you
think
so
,
tell
me
this
.
How
comes
it
they
're
rich
,
and
we
're
poor
?
I
'd
like
to
know
that
.
Han
they
done
as
they
'd
be
done
by
for
us
?
"
But
Wilson
was
no
arguer
;
no
speechifier
as
he
would
have
called
it
.
So
Barton
,
seeing
he
was
likely
to
have
it
his
own
way
,
went
on
.
"
You
'll
say
(
at
least
many
a
one
does
)
,
they'n
[
18
]
getten
capital
an
'
we'n
getten
none
.
I
say
,
our
labour
's
our
capital
and
we
ought
to
draw
interest
on
that
.
They
get
interest
on
their
capital
somehow
a
'
this
time
,
while
ourn
is
lying
idle
,
else
how
could
they
all
live
as
they
do
?
Besides
,
there
's
many
on
'
em
as
had
nought
to
begin
wi
'
;
there
's
Carsons
,
and
Duncombes
,
and
Mengies
,
and
many
another
,
as
comed
into
Manchester
with
clothes
to
their
back
,
and
that
were
all
,
and
now
they
're
worth
their
tens
of
thousands
,
a
'
getten
out
of
our
labour
;
why
the
very
land
as
fetched
but
sixty
pound
twenty
year
agone
is
now
worth
six
hundred
,
and
that
,
too
,
is
owing
to
our
labour
:
but
look
at
yo
,
and
see
me
,
and
poor
Davenport
yonder
;
whatten
better
are
we
?
They'n
screwed
us
down
to
th
'
lowest
peg
,
in
order
to
make
their
great
big
fortunes
,
and
build
their
great
big
houses
,
and
we
,
why
we
're
just
clemming
,
many
and
many
of
us
.
Can
you
say
there
's
nought
wrong
in
this
?
"
"
Well
,
Barton
,
I
'll
not
gainsay
ye
.
But
Mr.
Carson
spoke
to
me
after
th
'
fire
,
and
says
he
,
'
I
shall
ha
'
to
retrench
,
and
be
very
careful
in
my
expenditure
during
these
bad
times
,
I
assure
ye
;
'
so
yo
see
th
'
masters
suffer
too
.
"
"
Han
they
ever
seen
a
child
o
'
their'n
die
for
want
o
'
food
?
"
asked
Barton
,
in
a
low
,
deep
voice
.
"
I
donnot
mean
,
"
continued
he
,
"
to
say
as
I
'm
so
badly
off
.
I
'd
scorn
to
speak
for
mysel
;
but
when
I
see
such
men
as
Davenport
there
dying
away
,
for
very
clemming
,
I
cannot
stand
it
.
I
've
but
gotten
Mary
,
and
she
keeps
hersel
pretty
much
.
I
think
we
'll
ha
'
to
give
up
house-keeping
;
but
that
I
donnot
mind
.
"
And
in
this
kind
of
talk
the
night
,
the
long
heavy
night
of
watching
,
wore
away
.
As
far
as
they
could
judge
,
Davenport
continued
in
the
same
state
,
although
the
symptoms
varied
occasionally
.
The
wife
slept
on
,
only
roused
by
a
cry
of
her
child
now
and
then
,
which
seemed
to
have
power
over
her
,
when
far
louder
noises
failed
to
disturb
her
.
The
watchers
agreed
,
that
as
soon
as
it
was
likely
Mr.
Carson
would
be
up
and
visible
,
Wilson
should
go
to
his
house
,
and
beg
for
an
Infirmary
order
.
At
length
the
gray
dawn
penetrated
even
into
the
dark
cellar
.
Davenport
slept
,
and
Barton
was
to
remain
there
until
Wilson
's
return
;
so
stepping
out
into
the
fresh
air
,
brisk
and
reviving
,
even
in
that
street
of
abominations
,
Wilson
took
his
way
to
Mr.
Carson
's
.
Wilson
had
about
two
miles
to
walk
before
he
reached
Mr.
Carson
's
house
,
which
was
almost
in
the
country
.
The
streets
were
not
yet
bustling
and
busy
.
The
shopmen
were
lazily
taking
down
the
shutters
,
although
it
was
near
eight
o'clock
;
for
the
day
was
long
enough
for
the
purchases
people
made
in
that
quarter
of
the
town
,
while
trade
was
so
flat
.
One
or
two
miserable-looking
women
were
setting
off
on
their
day
's
begging
expedition
.
But
there
were
few
people
abroad
.
Mr.
Carson
's
was
a
good
house
,
and
furnished
with
disregard
to
expense
.
But
in
addition
to
lavish
expenditure
,
there
was
much
taste
shown
,
and
many
articles
chosen
for
their
beauty
and
elegance
adorned
his
rooms
.
As
Wilson
passed
a
window
which
a
housemaid
had
thrown
open
,
he
saw
pictures
and
gilding
,
at
which
he
was
tempted
to
stop
and
look
;
but
then
he
thought
it
would
not
be
respectful
.
So
he
hastened
on
to
the
kitchen
door
.
The
servants
seemed
very
busy
with
preparations
for
breakfast
;
but
good-naturedly
,
though
hastily
,
told
him
to
step
in
,
and
they
could
soon
let
Mr.
Carson
know
he
was
there
.
So
he
was
ushered
into
a
kitchen
hung
round
with
glittering
tins
,
where
a
roaring
fire
burnt
merrily
,
and
where
numbers
of
utensils
hung
round
,
at
whose
nature
and
use
Wilson
amused
himself
by
guessing
.
Meanwhile
,
the
servants
bustled
to
and
fro
;
an
out-door
man-servant
came
in
for
orders
,
and
sat
down
near
Wilson
;
the
cook
broiled
steaks
,
and
the
kitchen-maid
toasted
bread
,
and
boiled
eggs
.
The
coffee
steamed
upon
the
fire
,
and
altogether
the
odours
were
so
mixed
and
appetising
,
that
Wilson
began
to
yearn
for
food
to
break
his
fast
,
which
had
lasted
since
dinner
the
day
before
.
If
the
servants
had
known
this
,
they
would
have
willingly
given
him
meat
and
bread
in
abundance
;
but
they
were
like
the
rest
of
us
,
and
not
feeling
hunger
themselves
,
forgot
it
was
possible
another
might
.
So
Wilson
's
craving
turned
to
sickness
,
while
they
chattered
on
,
making
the
kitchen
's
free
and
keen
remarks
upon
the
parlour
.
"
How
late
you
were
last
night
,
Thomas
!
"
"
Yes
,
I
was
right
weary
of
waiting
;
they
told
me
to
be
at
the
rooms
by
twelve
;
and
there
I
was
.
But
it
was
two
o'clock
before
they
called
me
.
"
"
And
did
you
wait
all
that
time
in
the
street
?
"
asked
the
housemaid
,
who
had
done
her
work
for
the
present
,
and
come
into
the
kitchen
for
a
bit
of
gossip
.
"
My
eye
as
like
!
you
do
n't
think
I
'm
such
a
fool
as
to
catch
my
death
of
cold
,
and
let
the
horses
catch
their
death
too
,
as
we
should
ha
'
done
if
we
'd
stopped
there
.
No
!
I
put
th
'
horses
up
in
th
'
stables
at
th
'
Spread
Eagle
,
and
went
mysel
,
and
got
a
glass
or
two
by
th
'
fire
.
They
're
driving
a
good
custom
,
them
,
wi
'
coachmen
.
There
were
five
on
us
,
and
we
'd
many
a
quart
o
'
ale
,
and
gin
wi
'
it
,
to
keep
out
cold
.
"
"
Mercy
on
us
,
Thomas
;
you
'll
get
a
drunkard
at
last
!
"
"
If
I
do
,
I
know
whose
blame
it
will
be
.
It
will
be
missis
's
,
and
not
mine
.
Flesh
and
blood
ca
n't
sit
to
be
starved
to
death
on
a
coach-box
,
waiting
for
folks
as
do
n't
know
their
own
mind
.
"
A
servant
,
semi-upper-housemaid
,
semi-lady's-maid
,
now
came
down
with
orders
from
her
mistress
.
"
Thomas
,
you
must
ride
to
the
fishmonger
's
,
and
say
missis
ca
n't
give
above
half-a-crown
a
pound
for
salmon
for
Tuesday
;
she
's
grumbling
because
trade
's
so
bad
.
And
she
'll
want
the
carriage
at
three
to
go
to
the
lecture
,
Thomas
;
at
the
Royal
Execution
,
you
know
.
"
"
Ay
,
ay
,
I
know
.
"
"
And
you
'd
better
all
of
you
mind
your
P
's
and
Q
's
,
for
she
's
very
black
this
morning
.
She
's
got
a
bad
headache
.
"
"
It
's
a
pity
Miss
Jenkins
is
not
here
to
match
her
.
Lord
!
how
she
and
missis
did
quarrel
which
had
got
the
worst
headaches
;
it
was
that
Miss
Jenkins
left
for
;
she
would
not
give
up
having
bad
headaches
,
and
missis
could
not
abide
any
one
to
have
'
em
but
herself
.
"
"
Missis
will
have
her
breakfast
up-stairs
,
cook
,
and
the
cold
partridge
as
was
left
yesterday
,
and
put
plenty
of
cream
in
her
coffee
,
and
she
thinks
there
's
a
roll
left
,
and
she
would
like
it
well
buttered
.
"
So
saying
,
the
maid
left
the
kitchen
to
be
ready
to
attend
to
the
young
ladies
'
bell
when
they
chose
to
ring
,
after
their
late
assembly
the
night
before
.
In
the
luxurious
library
,
at
the
well-spread
breakfast-table
,
sat
the
two
Mr.
Carsons
,
father
and
son
.
Both
were
reading
;
the
father
a
newspaper
,
the
son
a
review
,
while
they
lazily
enjoyed
their
nicely
prepared
food
.
The
father
was
a
prepossessing-looking
old
man
;
perhaps
self-indulgent
you
might
guess
.
The
son
was
strikingly
handsome
,
and
knew
it
.
His
dress
was
neat
and
well
appointed
,
and
his
manners
far
more
gentlemanly
than
his
father
's
.
He
was
the
only
son
,
and
his
sisters
were
proud
of
him
;
his
father
and
mother
were
proud
of
him
:
he
could
not
set
up
his
judgment
against
theirs
;
he
was
proud
of
himself
.
The
door
opened
and
in
bounded
Amy
,
the
sweet
youngest
daughter
of
the
house
,
a
lovely
girl
of
sixteen
,
fresh
and
glowing
,
and
bright
as
a
rosebud
.
She
was
too
young
to
go
to
assemblies
,
at
which
her
father
rejoiced
,
for
he
had
little
Amy
with
her
pretty
jokes
,
and
her
bird-like
songs
,
and
her
playful
caresses
all
the
evening
to
amuse
him
in
his
loneliness
;
and
she
was
not
too
much
tired
,
like
Sophy
and
Helen
,
to
give
him
her
sweet
company
at
breakfast
the
next
morning
.
He
submitted
willingly
while
she
blinded
him
with
her
hands
,
and
kissed
his
rough
red
face
all
over
.
She
took
his
newspaper
away
after
a
little
pretended
resistance
,
and
would
not
allow
her
brother
Harry
to
go
on
with
his
review
.
"
I
'm
the
only
lady
this
morning
,
papa
,
so
you
know
you
must
make
a
great
deal
of
me
.
"
"
My
darling
,
I
think
you
have
your
own
way
always
,
whether
you
're
the
only
lady
or
not
.
"
"
Yes
,
papa
,
you
're
pretty
good
and
obedient
,
I
must
say
that
;
but
I
'm
sorry
to
say
Harry
is
very
naughty
,
and
does
not
do
what
I
tell
him
;
do
you
,
Harry
?
"
"
I
'm
sure
I
do
n't
know
what
you
mean
to
accuse
me
of
,
Amy
;
I
expected
praise
and
not
blame
;
for
did
not
I
get
you
that
eau
de
Portugal
from
town
,
that
you
could
not
meet
with
at
Hughes
'
,
you
little
ungrateful
puss
?
"
"
Did
you
!
Oh
,
sweet
Harry
;
you
're
as
sweet
as
eau
de
Portugal
yourself
;
you
're
almost
as
good
as
papa
;
but
still
you
know
you
did
go
and
forget
to
ask
Bigland
for
that
rose
,
that
new
rose
they
say
he
has
got
.
"
"
No
,
Amy
,
I
did
not
forget
.
I
asked
him
,
and
he
has
got
the
Rose
,
sans
reproche
;
but
do
you
know
,
little
Miss
Extravagance
,
a
very
small
one
is
half-a-guinea
?
"
"
Oh
,
I
do
n't
mind
.
Papa
will
give
it
me
,
wo
n't
you
,
dear
father
?
He
knows
his
little
daughter
ca
n't
live
without
flowers
and
scents
.
"
Mr.
Carson
tried
to
refuse
his
darling
,
but
she
coaxed
him
into
acquiescence
,
saying
she
must
have
it
,
it
was
one
of
her
necessaries
.
Life
was
not
worth
having
without
flowers
.
"
Then
,
Amy
,
"
said
her
brother
,
"
try
and
be
content
with
peonies
and
dandelions
.
"
"
Oh
,
you
wretch
!
I
do
n't
call
them
flowers
.
Besides
,
you
're
every
bit
as
extravagant
.
Who
gave
half-a-crown
for
a
bunch
of
lilies
of
the
valley
at
Yates
'
,
a
month
ago
,
and
then
would
not
let
his
poor
little
sister
have
them
,
though
she
went
on
her
knees
to
beg
them
?
Answer
me
that
,
Master
Hal
.
"
"
Not
on
compulsion
,
"
replied
her
brother
,
smiling
with
his
mouth
,
while
his
eyes
had
an
irritated
expression
,
and
he
went
first
red
,
then
pale
,
with
vexed
embarrassment
.
"
If
you
please
,
sir
,
"
said
a
servant
,
entering
the
room
,
"
here
's
one
of
the
mill
people
wanting
to
see
you
;
his
name
is
Wilson
,
he
says
.
"
"
I
'll
come
to
him
directly
;
stay
,
tell
him
to
come
in
here
.
"
Amy
danced
off
into
the
conservatory
which
opened
out
of
the
room
,
before
the
gaunt
,
pale
,
unwashed
,
unshaven
weaver
was
ushered
in
.
There
he
stood
at
the
door
,
sleeking
his
hair
with
old
country
habit
,
and
every
now
and
then
stealing
a
glance
round
at
the
splendour
of
the
apartment
.
"
Well
,
Wilson
,
and
what
do
you
want
to-day
,
man
?
"
"
Please
,
sir
,
Davenport
's
ill
of
the
fever
,
and
I
'm
come
to
know
if
you
've
got
an
Infirmary
order
for
him
?
"
"
Davenport
—
Davenport
;
who
is
the
fellow
?
I
do
n't
know
the
name
.
"
"
He
's
worked
in
your
factory
better
nor
three
year
,
sir
.
"
"
Very
likely
;
I
do
n't
pretend
to
know
the
names
of
the
men
I
employ
;
that
I
leave
to
the
overlooker
.
So
he
's
ill
,
eh
?
"
"
Ay
,
sir
,
he
's
very
bad
;
we
want
to
get
him
in
at
the
fever
wards
.
"
I
doubt
if
I
have
an
in-patient
's
order
to
spare
;
they
're
always
wanted
for
accidents
,
you
know
.
But
I
'll
give
you
an
out-patient
's
,
and
welcome
.
"
So
saying
,
he
rose
up
,
unlocked
a
drawer
,
pondered
a
minute
,
and
then
gave
Wilson
an
out-patient
's
order
to
be
presented
the
following
Monday
.
Monday
!
How
many
days
there
were
before
Monday
!
Meanwhile
,
the
younger
Mr.
Carson
had
ended
his
review
,
and
began
to
listen
to
what
was
going
on
.
He
finished
his
breakfast
,
got
up
,
and
pulled
five
shillings
out
of
his
pocket
,
which
he
gave
to
Wilson
as
he
passed
him
,
for
the
"
poor
fellow
.
"
He
went
past
quickly
,
and
calling
for
his
horse
,
mounted
gaily
,
and
rode
away
.
He
was
anxious
to
be
in
time
to
have
a
look
and
a
smile
from
lovely
Mary
Barton
,
as
she
went
to
Miss
Simmonds
'
.
But
to-day
he
was
to
be
disappointed
.
Wilson
left
the
house
,
not
knowing
whether
to
be
pleased
or
grieved
.
It
was
long
to
Monday
,
but
they
had
all
spoken
kindly
to
him
,
and
who
could
tell
if
they
might
not
remember
this
,
and
do
something
before
Monday
.
Besides
,
the
cook
,
who
,
when
she
had
had
time
to
think
,
after
breakfast
was
sent
in
,
had
noticed
his
paleness
,
had
had
meat
and
bread
ready
to
put
in
his
hand
when
he
came
out
of
the
parlour
;
and
a
full
stomach
makes
every
one
of
us
more
hopeful
.
When
he
reached
Berry
Street
,
he
had
persuaded
himself
he
bore
good
news
,
and
felt
almost
elated
in
his
heart
.
But
it
fell
when
he
opened
the
cellar-door
,
and
saw
Barton
and
the
wife
both
bending
over
the
sick
man
's
couch
with
awe-struck
,
saddened
look
.
"
Come
here
,
"
said
Barton
.
"
There
's
a
change
comed
over
him
sin
'
yo
left
,
is
there
not
?
"
Wilson
looked
.
The
flesh
was
sunk
,
the
features
prominent
,
bony
,
and
rigid
.
The
fearful
clay-colour
of
death
was
over
all
.
But
the
eyes
were
open
and
sensible
,
though
the
films
of
the
grave
were
settling
upon
them
.
"
He
wakened
fra
his
sleep
,
as
yo
left
him
in
,
and
began
to
mutter
and
moan
;
but
he
soon
went
off
again
,
and
we
never
knew
he
were
awake
till
he
called
his
wife
,
but
now
she
's
here
he
's
gotten
nought
to
say
to
her
.
"
Most
probably
,
as
they
all
felt
,
he
could
not
speak
,
for
his
strength
was
fast
ebbing
.
They
stood
round
him
still
and
silent
;
even
the
wife
checked
her
sobs
,
though
her
heart
was
like
to
break
.
She
held
her
child
to
her
breast
,
to
try
and
keep
him
quiet
.
Their
eyes
were
all
fixed
on
the
yet
living
one
,
whose
moments
of
life
were
passing
so
rapidly
away
.
At
length
he
brought
(
with
jerking
,
convulsive
effort
)
his
two
hands
into
the
attitude
of
prayer
.
They
saw
his
lips
move
,
and
bent
to
catch
the
words
,
which
came
in
gasps
,
and
not
in
tones
.
"
Oh
Lord
God
!
I
thank
thee
,
that
the
hard
struggle
of
living
is
over
.
"
"
Oh
,
Ben
!
Ben
!
"
wailed
forth
his
wife
,
"
have
you
no
thought
for
me
?
Oh
,
Ben
!
Ben
!
do
say
one
word
to
help
me
through
life
.
"
He
could
not
speak
again
.
The
trump
of
the
archangel
would
set
his
tongue
free
;
but
not
a
word
more
would
it
utter
till
then
.
Yet
he
heard
,
he
understood
,
and
though
sight
failed
,
he
moved
his
hand
gropingly
over
the
covering
.
They
knew
what
he
meant
,
and
guided
it
to
her
head
,
bowed
and
hidden
in
her
hands
,
when
she
had
sunk
in
her
woe
.
It
rested
there
,
with
a
feeble
pressure
of
endearment
.
The
face
grew
beautiful
,
as
the
soul
neared
God
.
A
peace
beyond
understanding
came
over
it
.
The
hand
was
a
heavy
,
stiff
weight
on
the
wife
's
head
.
No
more
grief
or
sorrow
for
him
.
They
reverently
laid
out
the
corpse
—
Wilson
fetching
his
only
spare
shirt
to
array
it
in
.
The
wife
still
lay
hidden
in
the
clothes
,
in
a
stupor
of
agony
.
There
was
a
knock
at
the
door
,
and
Barton
went
to
open
it
.
It
was
Mary
,
who
had
received
a
message
from
her
father
,
through
a
neighbour
,
telling
her
where
he
was
;
and
she
had
set
out
early
to
come
and
have
a
word
with
him
before
her
day
's
work
;
but
some
errands
she
had
to
do
for
Miss
Simmonds
had
detained
her
until
now
.
"
Come
in
,
wench
!
"
said
her
father
.
"
Try
if
thou
canst
comfort
yon
poor
,
poor
woman
,
kneeling
down
there
.
God
help
her
.
"
Mary
did
not
know
what
to
say
,
or
how
to
comfort
;
but
she
knelt
down
by
her
,
and
put
her
arm
round
her
neck
,
and
in
a
little
while
fell
to
crying
herself
so
bitterly
,
that
the
source
of
tears
was
opened
by
sympathy
in
the
widow
,
and
her
full
heart
was
,
for
a
time
,
relieved
.
And
Mary
forgot
all
purposed
meeting
with
her
gay
lover
,
Harry
Carson
;
forgot
Miss
Simmonds
'
errands
,
and
her
anger
,
in
the
anxious
desire
to
comfort
the
poor
lone
woman
.
Never
had
her
sweet
face
looked
more
angelic
,
never
had
her
gentle
voice
seemed
so
musical
as
when
she
murmured
her
broken
sentences
of
comfort
.
"
Oh
,
do
n't
cry
so
,
dear
Mrs.
Davenport
,
pray
do
n't
take
on
so
.
Sure
he
's
gone
where
he
'll
never
know
care
again
.
Yes
,
I
know
how
lonesome
you
must
feel
;
but
think
of
your
children
.
Oh
!
we
'll
all
help
to
earn
food
for
'
em
.
Think
how
sorry
he
'd
be
,
if
he
sees
you
fretting
so
.
Do
n't
cry
so
,
please
do
n't
.
"
And
she
ended
by
crying
herself
,
as
passionately
as
the
poor
widow
.
It
was
agreed
that
the
town
must
bury
him
;
he
had
paid
to
a
burial
club
as
long
as
he
could
;
but
by
a
few
weeks
'
omission
,
he
had
forfeited
his
claim
to
a
sum
of
money
now
.
Would
Mrs.
Davenport
and
the
little
child
go
home
with
Mary
?
The
latter
brightened
up
as
she
urged
this
plan
;
but
no
!
where
the
poor
,
fondly
loved
remains
were
,
there
would
the
mourner
be
;
and
all
that
they
could
do
was
to
make
her
as
comfortable
as
their
funds
would
allow
,
and
to
beg
a
neighbour
to
look
in
and
say
a
word
at
times
.
So
she
was
left
alone
with
her
dead
,
and
they
went
to
work
that
had
work
,
and
he
who
had
none
,
took
upon
him
the
arrangements
for
the
funeral
.
Mary
had
many
a
scolding
from
Miss
Simmonds
that
day
for
her
absence
of
mind
.
To
be
sure
Miss
Simmonds
was
much
put
out
by
Mary
's
non-appearance
in
the
morning
with
certain
bits
of
muslin
,
and
shades
of
silk
which
were
wanted
to
complete
a
dress
to
be
worn
that
night
;
but
it
was
true
enough
that
Mary
did
not
mind
what
she
was
about
;
she
was
too
busy
planning
how
her
old
black
gown
(
her
best
when
her
mother
died
)
might
be
spunged
,
and
turned
,
and
lengthened
into
something
like
decent
mourning
for
the
widow
.
And
when
she
went
home
at
night
(
though
it
was
very
late
,
as
a
sort
of
retribution
for
her
morning
's
negligence
)
,
she
set
to
work
at
once
,
and
was
so
busy
,
and
so
glad
over
her
task
,
that
she
had
,
every
now
and
then
,
to
check
herself
in
singing
merry
ditties
,
that
she
felt
little
accorded
with
the
sewing
on
which
she
was
engaged
.
So
when
the
funeral
day
came
,
Mrs.
Davenport
was
neatly
arrayed
in
black
,
a
satisfaction
to
her
poor
heart
in
the
midst
of
her
sorrow
.
Barton
and
Wilson
both
accompanied
her
,
as
she
led
her
two
elder
boys
,
and
followed
the
coffin
.
It
was
a
simple
walking
funeral
,
with
nothing
to
grate
on
the
feelings
of
any
;
far
more
in
accordance
with
its
purpose
,
to
my
mind
,
than
the
gorgeous
hearses
,
and
nodding
plumes
,
which
form
the
grotesque
funeral
pomp
of
respectable
people
.
There
was
no
"
rattling
the
bones
over
the
stones
,
"
of
the
pauper
's
funeral
.
Decently
and
quietly
was
he
followed
to
the
grave
by
one
determined
to
endure
her
woe
meekly
for
his
sake
.
The
only
mark
of
pauperism
attendant
on
the
burial
concerned
the
living
and
joyous
,
far
more
than
the
dead
,
or
the
sorrowful
.
When
they
arrived
in
the
churchyard
,
they
halted
before
a
raised
and
handsome
tombstone
;
in
reality
a
wooden
mockery
of
stone
respectabilities
which
adorned
the
burial-ground
.
It
was
easily
raised
in
a
very
few
minutes
,
and
below
was
the
grave
in
which
pauper
bodies
were
piled
until
within
a
foot
or
two
of
the
surface
;
when
the
soil
was
shovelled
over
,
and
stamped
down
,
and
the
wooden
cover
went
to
do
temporary
duty
over
another
hole
.
[
19
]
But
little
they
recked
of
this
who
now
gave
up
their
dead
.
CHAPTER
VII
.
JEM
WILSON
'S
REPULSE
.
"
How
infinite
the
wealth
of
love
and
hope
Garnered
in
these
same
tiny
treasure-houses
!
And
oh
!
what
bankrupts
in
the
world
we
feel
,
When
Death
,
like
some
remorseless
creditor
,
Seizes
on
all
we
fondly
thought
our
own
!
"
"
The
Twins
.
"
The
ghoul-like
fever
was
not
to
be
braved
with
impunity
,
and
baulked
of
its
prey
.
The
widow
had
reclaimed
her
children
;
her
neighbours
,
in
the
good
Samaritan
sense
of
the
word
,
had
paid
her
little
arrears
of
rent
,
and
made
her
a
few
shillings
beforehand
with
the
world
.
She
determined
to
flit
from
that
cellar
to
another
less
full
of
painful
associations
,
less
haunted
by
mournful
memories
.
The
board
,
not
so
formidable
as
she
had
imagined
,
had
inquired
into
her
case
;
and
,
instead
of
sending
her
to
Stoke
Claypole
,
her
husband
's
Buckinghamshire
parish
,
as
she
had
dreaded
,
had
agreed
to
pay
her
rent
.
So
food
for
four
mouths
was
all
she
was
now
required
to
find
;
only
for
three
she
would
have
said
;
for
herself
and
the
unweaned
child
were
but
reckoned
as
one
in
her
calculation
.
She
had
a
strong
heart
,
now
her
bodily
strength
had
been
recruited
by
a
week
or
two
of
food
,
and
she
would
not
despair
.
So
she
took
in
some
little
children
to
nurse
,
who
brought
their
daily
food
with
them
,
which
she
cooked
for
them
,
without
wronging
their
helplessness
of
a
crumb
;
and
when
she
had
restored
them
to
their
mothers
at
night
,
she
set
to
work
at
plain
sewing
,
"
seam
,
and
gusset
,
and
band
,
"
and
sat
thinking
how
she
might
best
cheat
the
factory
inspector
,
and
persuade
him
that
her
strong
,
big
,
hungry
Ben
was
above
thirteen
.
Her
plan
of
living
was
so
far
arranged
,
when
she
heard
,
with
keen
sorrow
,
that
Wilson
's
twin
lads
were
ill
of
the
fever
.
They
had
never
been
strong
.
They
were
like
many
a
pair
of
twins
,
and
seemed
to
have
but
one
life
divided
between
them
.
One
life
,
one
strength
,
and
in
this
instance
,
I
might
almost
say
,
one
brain
;
for
they
were
helpless
,
gentle
,
silly
children
,
but
not
the
less
dear
to
their
parents
and
to
their
strong
,
active
,
manly
,
elder
brother
.
They
were
late
on
their
feet
,
late
in
talking
,
late
every
way
;
had
to
be
nursed
and
cared
for
when
other
lads
of
their
age
were
tumbling
about
in
the
street
,
and
losing
themselves
,
and
being
taken
to
the
police-office
miles
away
from
home
.
Still
want
had
never
yet
come
in
at
the
door
to
make
love
for
these
innocents
fly
out
at
the
window
.
Nor
was
this
the
case
even
now
,
when
Jem
Wilson
's
earnings
,
and
his
mother
's
occasional
charrings
were
barely
sufficient
to
give
all
the
family
their
fill
of
food
.
But
when
the
twins
,
after
ailing
many
days
,
and
caring
little
for
their
meat
,
fell
sick
on
the
same
afternoon
,
with
the
same
heavy
stupor
of
suffering
,
the
three
hearts
that
loved
them
so
,
each
felt
,
though
none
acknowledged
to
the
other
,
that
they
had
little
chance
for
life
.
It
was
nearly
a
week
before
the
tale
of
their
illness
spread
as
far
as
the
court
where
the
Wilsons
had
once
dwelt
,
and
the
Bartons
yet
lived
.
Alice
had
heard
of
the
illness
of
her
little
nephews
several
days
before
,
and
had
locked
her
cellar
door
,
and
gone
off
straight
to
her
brother
's
house
,
in
Ancoats
;
but
she
was
often
absent
for
days
,
sent
for
,
as
her
neighbours
knew
,
to
help
in
some
sudden
emergency
of
illness
or
distress
,
so
that
occasioned
no
surprise
.
Margaret
met
Jem
Wilson
several
days
after
his
brothers
were
seriously
ill
,
and
heard
from
him
the
state
of
things
at
his
home
.
She
told
Mary
of
it
as
she
entered
the
court
late
that
evening
;
and
Mary
listened
with
saddened
heart
to
the
strange
contrast
which
such
woeful
tidings
presented
to
the
gay
and
loving
words
she
had
been
hearing
on
her
walk
home
.
She
blamed
herself
for
being
so
much
taken
up
with
visions
of
the
golden
future
,
that
she
had
lately
gone
but
seldom
on
Sunday
afternoons
,
or
other
leisure
time
,
to
see
Mrs.
Wilson
,
her
mother
's
friend
;
and
with
hasty
purpose
of
amendment
she
only
stayed
to
leave
a
message
for
her
father
with
the
next-door
neighbour
,
and
then
went
off
at
a
brisk
pace
on
her
way
to
the
house
of
mourning
.
She
stopped
with
her
hand
on
the
latch
of
the
Wilsons
'
door
,
to
still
her
beating
heart
,
and
listened
to
the
hushed
quiet
within
.
She
opened
the
door
softly
:
there
sat
Mrs.
Wilson
in
the
old
rocking-chair
,
with
one
sick
,
death-like
boy
lying
on
her
knee
,
crying
without
let
or
pause
,
but
softly
,
gently
,
as
fearing
to
disturb
the
troubled
,
gasping
child
;
while
behind
her
,
old
Alice
let
her
fast-dropping
tears
fall
down
on
the
dead
body
of
the
other
twin
,
which
she
was
laying
out
on
a
board
,
placed
on
a
sort
of
sofa-settee
in
a
corner
of
the
room
.
Over
the
child
,
which
yet
breathed
,
the
father
bent
,
watching
anxiously
for
some
ground
of
hope
,
where
hope
there
was
none
.
Mary
stepped
slowly
and
lightly
across
to
Alice
.
"
Ay
,
poor
lad
!
God
has
taken
him
early
,
Mary
.
"
Mary
could
not
speak
;
she
did
not
know
what
to
say
;
it
was
so
much
worse
than
she
expected
.
At
last
she
ventured
to
whisper
,
"
Is
there
any
chance
for
the
other
one
,
think
you
?
"
Alice
shook
her
head
,
and
told
with
a
look
that
she
believed
there
was
none
.
She
next
endeavoured
to
lift
the
little
body
,
and
carry
it
to
its
old
accustomed
bed
in
its
parents
'
room
.
But
earnest
as
the
father
was
in
watching
the
yet-living
,
he
had
eyes
and
ears
for
all
that
concerned
the
dead
,
and
sprang
gently
up
,
and
took
his
dead
son
on
his
hard
couch
in
his
arms
with
tender
strength
,
and
carried
him
upstairs
as
if
afraid
of
wakening
him
.
The
other
child
gasped
longer
,
louder
,
with
more
of
effort
.
"
We
mun
get
him
away
from
his
mother
.
He
cannot
die
while
she
's
wishing
him
.
"
"
Wishing
him
?
"
said
Mary
,
in
a
tone
of
inquiry
.
"
Ay
;
donno
ye
know
what
wishing
means
?
There
's
none
can
die
in
the
arms
of
those
who
are
wishing
them
sore
to
stay
on
earth
.
The
soul
o
'
them
as
holds
them
wo
n't
let
the
dying
soul
go
free
;
so
it
has
a
hard
struggle
for
the
quiet
of
death
.
We
mun
get
him
away
fra
'
his
mother
,
or
he
'll
have
a
hard
death
,
poor
lile
[
20
]
fellow
.
"
So
without
circumlocution
she
went
and
offered
to
take
the
sinking
child
.
But
the
mother
would
not
let
him
go
,
and
looking
in
Alice
's
face
with
brimming
and
imploring
eyes
,
declared
in
earnest
whispers
,
that
she
was
not
wishing
him
,
that
she
would
fain
have
him
released
from
his
suffering
.
Alice
and
Mary
stood
by
with
eyes
fixed
on
the
poor
child
,
whose
struggles
seemed
to
increase
,
till
at
last
his
mother
said
with
a
choking
voice
,
"
May
happen
[
21
]
yo
'd
better
take
him
,
Alice
;
I
believe
my
heart
's
wishing
him
a
'
this
while
,
for
I
cannot
,
no
,
I
cannot
bring
mysel
to
let
my
two
childer
go
in
one
day
;
I
cannot
help
longing
to
keep
him
,
and
yet
he
sha'not
suffer
longer
for
me
.
"
She
bent
down
,
and
fondly
,
oh
!
with
what
passionate
fondness
,
kissed
her
child
,
and
then
gave
him
up
to
Alice
,
who
took
him
with
tender
care
.
Nature
's
struggles
were
soon
exhausted
,
and
he
breathed
his
little
life
away
in
peace
.
Then
the
mother
lifted
up
her
voice
and
wept
.
Her
cries
brought
her
husband
down
to
try
with
his
aching
heart
to
comfort
hers
.
Again
Alice
laid
out
the
dead
,
Mary
helping
with
reverent
fear
.
The
father
and
mother
carried
him
up-stairs
to
the
bed
,
where
his
little
brother
lay
in
calm
repose
.
Mary
and
Alice
drew
near
the
fire
,
and
stood
in
quiet
sorrow
for
some
time
.
Then
Alice
broke
the
silence
by
saying
,
"
It
will
be
bad
news
for
Jem
,
poor
fellow
,
when
he
comes
home
.
"
"
Where
is
he
?
"
asked
Mary
.
"
Working
over-hours
at
th
'
shop
.
They'n
getten
a
large
order
fra
'
forrin
parts
;
and
yo
'
know
,
Jem
mun
work
,
though
his
heart
's
well-nigh
breaking
for
these
poor
laddies
.
"
Again
they
were
silent
in
thought
,
and
again
Alice
spoke
first
.
"
I
sometimes
think
the
Lord
is
against
planning
.
Whene'er
I
plan
over-much
,
He
is
sure
to
send
and
mar
all
my
plans
,
as
if
He
would
ha
'
me
put
the
future
into
His
hands
.
Afore
Christmas-time
I
was
as
full
as
full
could
be
,
of
going
home
for
good
and
all
;
yo
'
han
heard
how
I
've
wished
it
this
terrible
long
time
.
And
a
young
lass
from
behind
Burton
came
into
place
in
Manchester
last
Martinmas
;
so
after
awhile
,
she
had
a
Sunday
out
,
and
she
comes
to
me
,
and
tells
me
some
cousins
o
'
mine
bid
her
find
me
out
,
and
say
how
glad
they
should
be
to
ha
'
me
to
bide
wi
'
'
em
,
and
look
after
th
'
childer
,
for
they'n
getten
a
big
farm
,
and
she
's
a
deal
to
do
among
th
'
cows
.
So
many
a
winter
's
night
did
I
lie
awake
and
think
,
that
please
God
,
come
summer
,
I
'd
bid
George
and
his
wife
good
bye
,
and
go
home
at
last
.
Little
did
I
think
how
God
Almighty
would
baulk
me
,
for
not
leaving
my
days
in
His
hands
,
who
had
led
me
through
the
wilderness
hitherto
.
Here
's
George
out
o
'
work
,
and
more
cast
down
than
ever
I
seed
him
;
wanting
every
chip
o
'
comfort
he
can
get
,
e'en
afore
this
last
heavy
stroke
;
and
now
I
'm
thinking
the
Lord
's
finger
points
very
clear
to
my
fit
abiding
place
;
and
I
'm
sure
if
George
and
Jane
can
say
'
His
will
be
done
,
'
it
's
no
more
than
what
I
'm
beholden
to
do
.
"
So
saying
,
she
fell
to
tidying
the
room
,
removing
as
much
as
she
could
every
vestige
of
sickness
;
making
up
the
fire
,
and
setting
on
the
kettle
for
a
cup
of
tea
for
her
sister-in-law
,
whose
low
moans
and
sobs
were
occasionally
heard
in
the
room
below
.
Mary
helped
her
in
all
these
little
offices
.
They
were
busy
in
this
way
when
the
door
was
softly
opened
,
and
Jem
came
in
,
all
grimed
and
dirty
from
his
night-work
,
his
soiled
apron
wrapped
round
his
middle
,
in
guise
and
apparel
in
which
he
would
have
been
sorry
at
another
time
to
have
been
seen
by
Mary
.
But
just
now
he
hardly
saw
her
;
he
went
straight
up
to
Alice
,
and
asked
how
the
little
chaps
were
.
They
had
been
a
shade
better
at
dinner-time
,
and
he
had
been
working
away
through
the
long
afternoon
,
and
far
into
the
night
,
in
the
belief
that
they
had
taken
the
turn
.
He
had
stolen
out
during
the
half-hour
allowed
at
the
works
for
tea
,
to
buy
them
an
orange
or
two
,
which
now
puffed
out
his
jacket-pocket
.
He
would
make
his
aunt
speak
;
he
would
not
understand
her
shakes
of
the
head
and
fast
coursing
tears
.
"
They
're
both
gone
,
"
said
she
.
"
Dead
!
"
"
Ay
!
poor
fellows
.
They
took
worse
about
two
o'clock
.
Joe
went
first
,
as
easy
as
a
lamb
,
and
Will
died
harder
like
.
"
"
Both
!
"
"
Ay
,
lad
!
both
.
The
Lord
has
ta'en
them
from
some
evil
to
come
,
or
He
would
na
ha
'
made
choice
o
'
them
.
Ye
may
rest
sure
o
'
that
.
"
Jem
went
to
the
cupboard
,
and
quietly
extricated
from
his
pocket
the
oranges
he
had
bought
.
But
he
stayed
long
there
,
and
at
last
his
sturdy
frame
shook
with
his
strong
agony
.
The
two
women
were
frightened
,
as
women
always
are
,
on
witnessing
a
man
's
overpowering
grief
.
They
cried
afresh
in
company
.
Mary
's
heart
melted
within
her
as
she
witnessed
Jem
's
sorrow
,
and
she
stepped
gently
up
to
the
corner
where
he
stood
,
with
his
back
turned
to
them
,
and
putting
her
hand
softly
on
his
arm
,
said
,
"
Oh
,
Jem
,
do
n't
give
way
so
;
I
cannot
bear
to
see
you
.
"
Jem
felt
a
strange
leap
of
joy
in
his
heart
,
and
knew
the
power
she
had
of
comforting
him
.
He
did
not
speak
,
as
though
fearing
to
destroy
by
sound
or
motion
the
happiness
of
that
moment
,
when
her
soft
hand
's
touch
thrilled
through
his
frame
,
and
her
silvery
voice
was
whispering
tenderness
in
his
ear
.
Yes
!
it
might
be
very
wrong
;
he
could
almost
hate
himself
for
it
;
with
death
and
woe
so
surrounding
him
,
it
yet
was
happiness
,
was
bliss
,
to
be
so
spoken
to
by
Mary
.
"
Do
n't
,
Jem
,
please
do
n't
,
"
whispered
she
again
,
believing
that
his
silence
was
only
another
form
of
grief
.
He
could
not
contain
himself
.
He
took
her
hand
in
his
firm
yet
trembling
grasp
,
and
said
,
in
tones
that
instantly
produced
a
revulsion
in
her
mood
,
"
Mary
,
I
almost
loathe
myself
when
I
feel
I
would
not
give
up
this
minute
,
when
my
brothers
lie
dead
,
and
father
and
mother
are
in
such
trouble
,
for
all
my
life
that
's
past
and
gone
.
And
,
Mary
(
as
she
tried
to
release
her
hand
)
,
you
know
what
makes
me
feel
so
blessed
.
"
She
did
know
—
he
was
right
there
.
But
as
he
turned
to
catch
a
look
at
her
sweet
face
,
he
saw
that
it
expressed
unfeigned
distress
,
almost
amounting
to
vexation
;
a
dread
of
him
,
that
he
thought
was
almost
repugnance
.
He
let
her
hand
go
,
and
she
quickly
went
away
to
Alice
's
side
.
"
Fool
that
I
was
—
nay
,
wretch
that
I
was
—
to
let
myself
take
this
time
of
trouble
to
tell
her
how
I
loved
her
;
no
wonder
that
she
turns
away
from
such
a
selfish
beast
.
"
Partly
to
relieve
her
from
his
presence
,
and
partly
from
natural
desire
,
and
partly
,
perhaps
,
from
a
penitent
wish
to
share
to
the
utmost
his
parents
'
sorrow
,
he
soon
went
up-stairs
to
the
chamber
of
death
.
Mary
mechanically
helped
Alice
in
all
the
duties
she
performed
through
the
remainder
of
that
long
night
,
but
she
did
not
see
Jem
again
.
He
remained
up-stairs
until
after
the
early
dawn
showed
Mary
that
she
need
have
no
fear
of
going
home
through
the
deserted
and
quiet
streets
,
to
try
and
get
a
little
sleep
before
work
hour
.
So
leaving
kind
messages
to
George
and
Jane
Wilson
,
and
hesitating
whether
she
might
dare
to
send
a
few
kind
words
to
Jem
,
and
deciding
that
she
had
better
not
,
she
stepped
out
into
the
bright
morning
light
,
so
fresh
a
contrast
to
the
darkened
room
where
death
had
been
.
"
They
had
Another
morn
than
ours
.
"
Mary
lay
down
on
her
bed
in
her
clothes
;
and
whether
it
was
this
,
or
the
broad
daylight
that
poured
in
through
the
sky-window
,
or
whether
it
was
over-excitement
,
it
was
long
before
she
could
catch
a
wink
of
sleep
.
Her
thoughts
ran
on
Jem
's
manner
and
words
;
not
but
what
she
had
known
the
tale
they
told
for
many
a
day
;
but
still
she
wished
he
had
not
put
it
so
plainly
.
"
Oh
dear
,
"
said
she
to
herself
,
"
I
wish
he
would
not
mistake
me
so
;
I
never
dare
to
speak
a
common
word
o
'
kindness
,
but
his
eye
brightens
and
his
cheek
flushes
.
It
's
very
hard
on
me
;
for
father
and
George
Wilson
are
old
friends
;
and
Jem
and
I
ha
'
known
each
other
since
we
were
quite
children
.
I
cannot
think
what
possesses
me
,
that
I
must
always
be
wanting
to
comfort
him
when
he
's
downcast
,
and
that
I
must
go
meddling
wi
'
him
to-night
,
when
sure
enough
it
was
his
aunt
's
place
to
speak
to
him
.
I
do
n't
care
for
him
,
and
yet
,
unless
I
'm
always
watching
myself
,
I
'm
speaking
to
him
in
a
loving
voice
.
I
think
I
cannot
go
right
,
for
I
either
check
myself
till
I
'm
downright
cross
to
him
,
or
else
I
speak
just
natural
,
and
that
's
too
kind
and
tender
by
half
.
And
I
'm
as
good
as
engaged
to
be
married
to
another
;
and
another
far
handsomer
than
Jem
;
only
I
think
I
like
Jem
's
face
best
for
all
that
;
liking
's
liking
,
and
there
's
no
help
for
it
.
Well
,
when
I
'm
Mrs.
Harry
Carson
,
may
happen
I
can
put
some
good
fortune
in
Jem
's
way
.
But
will
he
thank
me
for
it
?
He
's
rather
savage
at
times
,
that
I
can
see
,
and
perhaps
kindness
from
me
,
when
I
'm
another
's
,
will
only
go
against
the
grain
.
I
'll
not
plague
myself
wi
'
thinking
any
more
about
him
,
that
I
wo
n't
.
"
So
she
turned
on
her
pillow
,
and
fell
asleep
,
and
dreamt
of
what
was
often
in
her
waking
thoughts
;
of
the
day
when
she
should
ride
from
church
in
her
carriage
,
with
wedding-bells
ringing
,
and
take
up
her
astonished
father
,
and
drive
away
from
the
old
dim
work-a-day
court
for
ever
,
to
live
in
a
grand
house
,
where
her
father
should
have
newspapers
,
and
pamphlets
,
and
pipes
,
and
meat
dinners
every
day
,
—
and
all
day
long
if
he
liked
.
Such
thoughts
mingled
in
her
predilection
for
the
handsome
young
Mr.
Carson
,
who
,
unfettered
by
work-hours
,
let
scarcely
a
day
pass
without
contriving
a
meeting
with
the
beautiful
little
milliner
he
had
first
seen
while
lounging
in
a
shop
where
his
sisters
were
making
some
purchases
,
and
afterwards
never
rested
till
he
had
freely
,
though
respectfully
,
made
her
acquaintance
in
her
daily
walks
.
He
was
,
to
use
his
own
expression
to
himself
,
quite
infatuated
by
her
,
and
was
restless
each
day
till
the
time
came
when
he
had
a
chance
,
and
,
of
late
,
more
than
a
chance
of
meeting
her
.
There
was
something
of
keen
practical
shrewdness
about
her
,
which
contrasted
very
bewitchingly
with
the
simple
,
foolish
,
unworldly
ideas
she
had
picked
up
from
the
romances
which
Miss
Simmonds
'
young
ladies
were
in
the
habit
of
recommending
to
each
other
.
Yes
!
Mary
was
ambitious
,
and
did
not
favour
Mr.
Carson
the
less
because
he
was
rich
and
a
gentleman
.
The
old
leaven
,
infused
years
ago
by
her
aunt
Esther
,
fermented
in
her
little
bosom
,
and
perhaps
all
the
more
,
for
her
father
's
aversion
to
the
rich
and
the
gentle
.
Such
is
the
contrariness
of
the
human
heart
,
from
Eve
downwards
,
that
we
all
,
in
our
old-Adam
state
,
fancy
things
forbidden
sweetest
.
So
Mary
dwelt
upon
and
enjoyed
the
idea
of
some
day
becoming
a
lady
,
and
doing
all
the
elegant
nothings
appertaining
to
ladyhood
.
It
was
a
comfort
to
her
,
when
scolded
by
Miss
Simmonds
,
to
think
of
the
day
when
she
would
drive
up
to
the
door
in
her
own
carriage
,
to
order
her
gowns
from
the
hasty
tempered
yet
kind
dressmaker
.
It
was
a
pleasure
to
her
to
hear
the
general
admiration
of
the
two
elder
Miss
Carsons
,
acknowledged
beauties
in
ball-room
and
street
,
on
horseback
and
on
foot
,
and
to
think
of
the
time
when
she
should
ride
and
walk
with
them
in
loving
sisterhood
.
But
the
best
of
her
plans
,
the
holiest
,
that
which
in
some
measure
redeemed
the
vanity
of
the
rest
,
were
those
relating
to
her
father
;
her
dear
father
,
now
oppressed
with
care
,
and
always
a
disheartened
,
gloomy
person
.
How
she
would
surround
him
with
every
comfort
she
could
devise
(
of
course
,
he
was
to
live
with
them
)
,
till
he
should
acknowledge
riches
to
be
very
pleasant
things
,
and
bless
his
lady-daughter
!
Every
one
who
had
shown
her
kindness
in
her
low
estate
should
then
be
repaid
a
hundred-fold
.
Such
were
the
castles
in
air
,
the
Alnaschar-visions
in
which
Mary
indulged
,
and
which
she
was
doomed
in
after
days
to
expiate
with
many
tears
.
Meanwhile
,
her
words
—
or
,
even
more
,
her
tones
—
would
maintain
their
hold
on
Jem
Wilson
's
memory
.
A
thrill
would
yet
come
over
him
when
he
remembered
how
her
hand
had
rested
on
his
arm
.
The
thought
of
her
mingled
with
all
his
grief
,
and
it
was
profound
,
for
the
loss
of
his
brothers
.
CHAPTER
VIII
.
MARGARET
'S
DEBUT
AS
A
PUBLIC
SINGER
.
"
Deal
gently
with
them
,
they
have
much
endured
.
Scoff
not
at
their
fond
hopes
and
earnest
plans
,
Though
they
may
seem
to
thee
wild
dreams
and
fancies
.
Perchance
,
in
the
rough
school
of
stern
experience
,
They
've
something
learned
which
Theory
does
not
teach
;
Or
if
they
greatly
err
,
deal
gently
still
,
And
let
their
error
but
the
stronger
plead
'
Give
us
the
light
and
guidance
that
we
need
!
'
"
Love
Thoughts
.
One
Sunday
afternoon
,
about
three
weeks
after
that
mournful
night
,
Jem
Wilson
set
out
with
the
ostensible
purpose
of
calling
on
John
Barton
.
He
was
dressed
in
his
best
,
his
Sunday
suit
of
course
;
while
his
face
glittered
with
the
scrubbing
he
had
bestowed
on
it
.
His
dark
black
hair
had
been
arranged
and
re-arranged
before
the
household
looking-glass
,
and
in
his
button-hole
he
stuck
a
narcissus
(
a
sweet
Nancy
is
its
pretty
Lancashire
name
)
,
hoping
it
would
attract
Mary
's
notice
,
so
that
he
might
have
the
delight
of
giving
it
her
.
It
was
a
bad
beginning
of
his
visit
of
happiness
that
Mary
saw
him
some
minutes
before
he
came
into
her
father
's
house
.
She
was
sitting
at
the
end
of
the
dresser
,
with
the
little
window-blind
drawn
on
one
side
,
in
order
that
she
might
see
the
passers-by
,
in
the
intervals
of
reading
her
Bible
,
which
lay
open
before
her
.
So
she
watched
all
the
greeting
a
friend
gave
Jem
;
she
saw
the
face
of
condolence
,
the
sympathetic
shake
of
the
hand
,
and
had
time
to
arrange
her
own
face
and
manner
before
Jem
came
in
,
which
he
did
,
as
if
he
had
eyes
for
no
one
but
her
father
,
who
sat
smoking
his
pipe
by
the
fire
,
while
he
read
an
old
"
Northern
Star
,
"
borrowed
from
a
neighbouring
public-house
.
Then
he
turned
to
Mary
,
who
,
he
felt
by
the
sure
instinct
of
love
,
by
which
almost
his
body
thought
,
was
present
.
Her
hands
were
busy
adjusting
her
dress
;
a
forced
and
unnecessary
movement
Jem
could
not
help
thinking
.
Her
accost
was
quiet
and
friendly
,
if
grave
;
she
felt
that
she
reddened
like
a
rose
,
and
wished
she
could
prevent
it
,
while
Jem
wondered
if
her
blushes
arose
from
fear
,
or
anger
,
or
love
.
She
was
very
cunning
,
I
am
afraid
.
She
pretended
to
read
diligently
,
and
not
to
listen
to
a
word
that
was
said
,
while
,
in
fact
,
she
heard
all
sounds
,
even
to
Jem
's
long
,
deep
sighs
,
which
wrung
her
heart
.
At
last
she
took
up
her
Bible
,
and
as
if
their
conversation
disturbed
her
,
went
up-stairs
to
her
little
room
.
And
she
had
scarcely
spoken
a
word
to
Jem
;
scarcely
looked
at
him
;
never
noticed
his
beautiful
sweet
Nancy
,
which
only
awaited
her
least
word
of
praise
to
be
hers
!
He
did
not
know
—
that
pang
was
spared
—
that
in
her
little
dingy
bed-room
,
stood
a
white
jug
,
filled
with
a
luxuriant
bunch
of
early
spring
roses
,
making
the
whole
room
fragrant
and
bright
.
They
were
the
gift
of
her
richer
lover
.
So
Jem
had
