;but
the
Doctor
had
come
to
a
pause
,
and
did
not
seem
disposed
to
resume
.
"
It
is
not
so
pleasant
as
I
thought
walking
over
this
snow
,
"
he
said
;
"
I
ca
n't
give
that
up
,
that
I
can
see
.
And
there
's
more
snow
in
the
air
if
I
'm
any
judge
of
the
weather
.
There
—
go
in
—
go
in
;
do
n't
wait
for
me
;
—
but
mind
you
make
haste
and
dress
,
for
I
want
my
dinner
.
I
may
have
to
go
down
to
Mrs
Chiley
again
to-night
.
"
It
was
an
odd
way
of
talking
,
and
it
was
odd
to
break
off
like
this
;
but
then
,
to
be
sure
,
there
was
no
occasion
for
any
more
conversation
,
since
they
had
just
arrived
at
their
own
door
.
It
made
Lucilla
uneasy
for
the
moment
,
but
while
she
was
dressing
she
managed
to
explain
it
to
herself
,
and
to
think
,
after
all
,
it
was
only
natural
that
her
papa
should
have
seen
a
little
into
the
movement
and
commotion
of
her
thoughts
;
and
then
poor
dear
old
Mrs
Chiley
being
so
ill
,
who
was
one
of
his
own
set
,
so
to
speak
.
He
was
quite
cheerful
later
in
the
evening
,
and
enjoyed
his
dinner
,
and
was
even
more
civil
than
usual
to
Mrs
John
.
And
though
he
did
not
come
up
to
tea
,
he
made
his
appearance
afterwards
with
a
flake
of
new-fallen
snow
still
upon
his
rusty
gray
whiskers
.
He
had
gone
to
see
his
patient
again
,
notwithstanding
the
silent
storm
outside
.
And
his
countenance
was
a
little
overcast
this
time
,
no
doubt
by
the
late
walk
,
and
the
serious
state
Mrs
Chiley
was
in
,
and
his
encounter
with
the
snow
.
"
Oh
,
yes
,
she
is
better
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
knew
she
would
do
this
time
.
People
at
our
time
of
life
do
n't
go
off
in
that
accidental
kind
of
way
.
When
a
woman
has
been
so
long
used
to
living
,
it
takes
her
a
time
to
get
into
the
way
of
dying
.
She
might
be
a
long
time
thinking
about
it
yet
,
if
all
goes
well
—
—
"
"
Papa
,
do
n't
speak
like
that
!
"
said
Lucilla
.
"
Dying
!
I
ca
n't
bear
to
think
of
such
a
thing
.
She
is
not
so
very
old
.
"
"
Such
things
will
happen
whether
you
can
bear
to
think
of
them
or
not
,
"
said
the
Doctor
.
"
I
said
you
would
go
down
and
see
her
to-morrow
.
We
've
all
held
out
a
long
time
—
the
lot
of
us
.
I
do
n't
like
to
think
of
the
first
gap
myself
,
but
somebody
must
make
a
beginning
,
you
know
.
"
"
The
Chileys
were
always
older
than
you
,
"
said
Mrs
John
.
"
I
remember
in
poor
Mrs
Marjoribanks
's
time
:
—
they
were
quite
elderly
then
,
and
you
were
just
beginning
.
When
my
Tom
was
a
baby
—
—
"
"
We
were
always
of
the
same
set
,
"
said
the
Doctor
,
interrupting
her
without
hesitation
.
"
Lucilla
,
they
say
Cavendish
has
got
hold
of
the
Rector
.
He
has
made
believe
to
be
penitent
,
you
know
.
That
is
cleverer
than
anything
you
could
have
done
.
And
if
he
ca
n't
be
won
back
again
it
will
be
serious
,
the
Colonel
says
.
You
are
to
try
if
you
can
suggest
anything
.
It
seems
,
"
said
the
Doctor
,
with
mingled
amusement
and
satire
,
and
a
kind
of
gratification
"
that
Ashburton
has
great
confidence
in
you
.
"
"
It
must
have
been
the
agent
,
"
said
Lucilla
.
"
I
do
n't
think
any
of
the
rest
of
them
are
equal
to
that
.
I
do
n't
see
,
if
that
is
the
case
,
how
we
are
to
win
him
back
.
If
Mr
Ashburton
had
ever
done
anything
very
wicked
,
perhaps
—
—
"
"
You
are
safe
to
say
he
is
not
penitent
anyhow
,
"
said
Dr
Marjoribanks
,
and
he
took
his
candle
and
went
away
with
a
smile
.
But
either
Mr
Ashburton
's
good
opinion
of
Lucilla
,
or
some
other
notion
,
had
touched
the
Doctor
.
He
was
not
a
man
who
said
much
at
any
time
,
but
when
he
bade
her
good-night
,
his
hand
drooped
upon
Lucilla
's
shoulder
,
and
he
patted
it
softly
,
as
he
might
have
patted
the
head
of
a
child
.
It
was
not
much
,
but
still
it
was
a
good
deal
from
him
.
To
feel
the
lingering
touch
of
her
father
's
hand
caressing
her
,
even
in
so
mild
a
way
,
was
something
quite
surprising
and
strange
to
Miss
Marjoribanks
.
She
looked
up
at
him
almost
with
alarm
,
but
he
was
just
then
turning
away
with
his
candle
in
his
hand
.
And
he
seemed
to
have
laid
aside
his
gloom
,
and
even
smiled
to
himself
as
he
went
upstairs
.
"
If
she
had
been
the
boy
instead
of
that
young
ass
,
"
he
said
to
himself
.
He
could
not
have
explained
why
he
was
more
than
ordinarily
hard
just
then
upon
the
innocent
,
far-distant
Tom
,
who
was
unlucky
,
it
is
true
,
but
not
exactly
an
ass
,
after
all
.
But
somehow
it
struck
the
Doctor
more
than
ever
how
great
a
loss
it
was
to
society
and
to
herself
that
Lucilla
was
not
"
the
boy
.
"
She
could
have
continued
,
and
perhaps
extended
,
the
practice
,
whereas
just
now
it
was
quite
possible
that
she
might
drop
down
into
worsted-work
and
tea-parties
like
any
other
single
woman
—
while
Tom
,
who
had
carried
off
the
family
honours
,
and
was
"
the
boy
"
in
this
limited
and
unfruitful
generation
,
was
never
likely
to
do
anything
to
speak
of
,
and
would
be
a
poor
man
if
he
were
to
live
for
a
hundred
years
.
Perhaps
there
was
something
else
behind
that
made
the
Doctor
's
brow
contract
a
little
as
he
crossed
the
threshold
of
his
chamber
,
into
which
,
no
more
than
into
the
recesses
of
his
heart
,
no
one
ever
penetrated
;
but
it
was
the
lighter
idea
of
that
comparison
,
which
had
no
actual
pain
in
it
,
but
only
a
kind
of
humorous
discontent
,
which
was
the
last
articulate
thought
in
his
mind
as
he
went
to
his
room
and
closed
his
door
with
a
little
sharpness
,
as
he
always
did
,
upon
the
outside
world
.
Aunt
Jemima
,
for
her
part
,
lingered
a
little
with
Lucilla
downstairs
.
"
My
dear
,
I
do
n't
think
my
brother-in-law
looks
well
to-night
.
I
do
n't
think
Carlingford
is
so
healthy
as
it
is
said
to
be
.
If
I
were
you
,
Lucilla
,
I
would
try
and
get
your
papa
to
take
something
,
"
said
Mrs
John
,
with
anxiety
,
"
before
he
goes
to
bed
.
"
"
Dear
Aunt
Jemima
,
he
never
takes
anything
.
You
forget
he
is
a
doctor
,
"
said
Miss
Marjoribanks
.
"
It
always
puts
him
out
when
he
has
to
go
out
in
the
evening
;
and
he
is
sad
about
Mrs
Chiley
,
though
he
would
not
say
so
.
"
But
nevertheless
Lucilla
knocked
at
his
door
when
she
went
upstairs
.
And
the
Doctor
,
though
he
did
not
open
,
growled
within
with
a
voice
which
reassured
his
dutiful
daughter
.
"
What
should
I
want
,
do
you
think
,
but
to
be
left
quiet
?
"
the
Doctor
said
.
And
even
Mrs
John
,
who
had
waited
at
his
door
,
with
her
candle
in
her
hand
,
to
hear
the
result
,
shrank
within
at
the
sound
and
was
seen
no
more
.
And
Miss
Marjoribanks
,
too
,
went
to
her
rest
,
with
more
than
one
subject
of
thought
which
kept
her
awake
.
In
the
first
place
,
the
Rector
was
popular
in
his
way
,
and
if
he
chose
to
call
all
his
forces
to
rally
round
a
penitent
,
there
was
no
saying
what
might
come
of
it
;
and
then
Lucilla
could
not
help
going
back
in
the
most
illogical
manner
to
her
father
's
caress
,
and
wondering
what
was
the
meaning
of
it
.
Meantime
the
snow
fell
heavily
outside
,
and
wrapped
everything
in
a
soft
and
secret
whiteness
.
And
amid
the
whiteness
and
darkness
,
the
lamp
burned
steadily
outside
at
the
garden-gate
,
which
pointed
out
the
Doctor
's
door
amid
all
the
closed
houses
and
dark
garden-walls
in
Grange
Lane
—
a
kind
of
visible
succour
and
help
always
at
hand
for
those
who
were
suffering
.
And
though
Dr
Marjoribanks
was
not
like
a
young
man
making
a
practice
,
but
had
perfect
command
of
Carlingford
,
and
was
one
of
the
richest
men
in
it
,
it
was
well
known
in
the
town
that
the
very
poorest
,
if
in
extremity
,
in
the
depths
of
the
wildest
night
that
ever
blew
,
would
not
seek
help
there
in
vain
.
The
bell
that
had
roused
him
when
he
was
young
,
still
hung
near
him
in
the
silence
of
his
closed-up
house
when
he
was
old
,
and
still
could
make
him
spring
up
,
all
self-possessed
and
ready
,
when
the
enemy
Death
had
to
be
fought
with
.
But
that
night
the
snow
cushioned
the
wire
outside
,
and
even
made
white
cornices
and
columns
about
the
steady
lamp
,
and
the
Doctor
slept
within
,
and
no
one
disturbed
him
;
for
except
Mrs
Chiley
and
a
few
chronic
patients
,
there
was
nothing
particularly
amiss
in
Carlingford
,
and
then
it
was
Dr
Rider
whom
all
the
new
people
went
to
,
the
people
who
lived
in
the
innumerable
new
houses
at
the
other
end
of
Carlingford
,
and
had
no
hallowing
tradition
of
the
superior
authority
of
Grange
Lane
.
Chapter
XLIII
The
talk
of
this
evening
might
not
have
been
considered
of
any
importance
to
speak
of
,
but
for
the
extraordinary
and
most
unlooked-for
event
which
startled
all
Carlingford
next
morning
.
Nobody
could
believe
that
it
was
true
.
Dr
Marjoribanks
's
patients
waited
for
him
,
and
declared
to
their
nurses
that
it
was
all
a
made-up
story
,
and
that
he
would
come
and
prove
that
he
was
not
dead
.
How
could
he
be
dead
?
He
had
been
as
well
as
he
ever
was
that
last
evening
.
He
had
gone
down
Grange
Lane
in
the
snow
,
to
see
the
poor
old
lady
who
was
now
sobbing
in
her
bed
,
and
saying
it
was
all
a
mistake
,
and
that
it
was
she
who
ought
to
have
died
.
But
all
those
protestations
were
of
no
avail
against
the
cold
and
stony
fact
which
had
frightened
Thomas
out
of
his
senses
,
when
he
went
to
call
the
Doctor
.
He
had
died
in
the
night
without
calling
or
disturbing
anybody
.
He
must
have
felt
faint
,
it
seemed
,
for
he
had
got
up
and
taken
a
little
brandy
,
the
remains
of
which
still
stood
on
the
table
by
his
bedside
;
but
that
was
all
that
anybody
could
tell
about
it
.
They
brought
Dr
Rider
,
of
course
;
but
all
that
he
could
do
was
to
examine
the
strong
,
still
frame
—
old
,
and
yet
not
old
enough
to
be
weakly
,
or
to
explain
such
sudden
extinction
—
which
had
ceased
its
human
functions
.
And
then
the
news
swept
over
Carlingford
like
a
breath
of
wind
,
though
there
was
no
wind
even
on
that
silent
snowy
day
to
carry
the
matter
.
Dr
Marjoribanks
was
dead
.
It
put
the
election
out
of
people
's
heads
,
and
even
their
own
affairs
for
the
time
being
;
for
had
he
not
known
all
about
the
greater
part
of
them
—
seen
them
come
into
the
world
and
kept
them
in
it
—
and
put
himself
always
in
the
breach
when
the
pale
Death
approached
that
way
?
He
had
never
made
very
much
boast
of
his
friendliness
or
been
large
in
sympathetic
expressions
,
but
yet
he
had
never
flinched
at
any
time
,
or
deserted
his
patients
for
any
consideration
.
Carlingford
was
sorry
,
profoundly
sorry
,
with
that
true
sorrow
which
is
not
so
much
for
the
person
mourned
as
for
the
mourner
's
self
,
who
feels
a
sense
of
something
lost
.
The
people
said
to
themselves
,
Whom
could
they
ever
find
who
would
know
their
constitutions
so
well
,
and
who
was
to
take
care
of
So-and-so
if
he
had
another
attack
?
To
be
sure
Dr
Rider
was
at
hand
,
who
felt
a
little
agitated
about
it
,
and
was
conscious
of
the
wonderful
opening
,
and
was
very
ready
to
answer
,
"
I
am
here
;
"
but
a
young
doctor
is
different
from
an
old
one
,
and
a
living
man
all
in
commonplace
health
and
comfort
is
not
to
be
compared
with
a
dead
one
,
on
the
morning
at
least
of
his
sudden
ending
.
Thank
Heaven
,
when
a
life
is
ended
there
is
always
that
hour
or
two
remaining
to
set
straight
the
defective
balances
and
do
a
hasty
late
justice
to
the
dead
,
before
the
wave
sweeps
on
over
him
and
washes
out
the
traces
of
his
steps
,
and
lets
in
the
common
crowd
to
make
their
thoroughfare
over
the
grave
.
"
It
cannot
be
the
Doctor
,
"
Mrs
Chiley
said
,
sobbing
in
her
bed
,
"
or
else
it
has
been
in
mistake
for
me
.
He
was
always
a
healthy
man
,
and
never
had
anything
the
matter
with
him
—
and
a
great
deal
younger
than
we
are
,
you
know
.
If
anything
has
happened
to
him
it
must
have
been
in
mistake
for
me
,
"
said
the
poor
old
lady
,
and
she
was
so
hysterical
that
they
had
to
send
for
Dr
Rider
,
and
she
was
thus
the
first
to
begin
to
build
the
new
world
on
the
foundations
of
the
old
,
little
as
she
meant
it
.
But
for
the
moment
everything
was
paralysed
in
Grange
Lane
,
and
canvassing
came
to
a
standstill
,
and
nothing
was
discussed
but
Dr
Marjoribanks
—
how
he
was
dead
,
though
nobody
could
or
would
believe
it
;
and
how
Lucilla
would
be
left
,
and
who
her
trustees
were
,
and
how
the
place
could
ever
get
used
to
the
want
of
him
,
or
would
ever
look
like
itself
again
without
his
familiar
presence
.
It
was
by
way
of
relieving
their
minds
from
the
horror
of
the
idea
,
that
the
good
people
rushed
into
consultations
what
Lucilla
would
do
.
It
took
their
minds
a
little
off
the
ghastly
imagination
of
that
dark
room
with
the
snow
on
the
window
,
and
the
late
moonlight
trying
to
get
into
the
darkness
,
and
the
white
rigid
face
inside
,
as
he
was
said
to
have
been
found
.
It
could
not
but
make
a
terrible
change
to
her
—
indeed
,
through
her
it
could
not
but
make
a
great
change
to
everybody
.
The
Doctor
's
house
would
,
of
course
,
be
shut
up
,
which
had
been
the
most
hospitable
house
in
Carlingford
,
and
things
would
drop
into
the
unsatisfactory
state
they
used
to
be
in
before
Miss
Marjoribanks
's
time
,
and
there
would
no
longer
be
anybody
to
organise
society
.
Such
were
the
ideas
the
ladies
of
Grange
Lane
relapsed
into
by
way
of
delivering
themselves
from
the
pain
of
their
first
realisation
of
what
had
happened
.
It
would
make
a
great
change
.
Even
the
election
and
its
anticipated
joys
could
not
but
change
character
in
some
respects
at
least
,
and
there
would
be
nobody
to
make
the
best
of
them
;
and
then
the
question
was
,
What
would
Lucilla
do
?
Would
she
have
strength
to
"
make
an
effort
,
"
as
some
people
suggested
;
or
would
she
feel
not
only
her
grief
,
but
her
downfall
,
and
that
she
was
now
only
a
single
woman
,
and
sink
into
a
private
life
,
as
some
others
were
inclined
to
believe
?
Inside
the
house
,
naturally
,
the
state
of
affairs
was
sad
enough
.
Lucilla
,
notwithstanding
the
many
other
things
she
had
had
to
occupy
her
mind
,
was
fond
of
her
father
,
and
the
shock
overwhelmed
her
for
the
moment
.
Though
she
was
not
the
kind
of
woman
to
torture
herself
with
thinking
of
things
that
she
might
have
done
,
still
at
the
first
moment
the
idea
that
she
ought
not
to
have
left
him
alone
—
that
she
should
have
sat
up
and
watched
or
taken
some
extraordinary
,
unusual
precaution
—
was
not
to
be
driven
away
from
her
mind
.
The
reign
of
reason
was
eclipsed
in
her
as
it
often
is
in
such
an
emergency
.
She
said
it
was
her
fault
in
the
first
horror
.
"
When
I
saw
how
he
was
looking
,
and
how
he
was
talking
,
I
should
never
have
left
him
,
"
said
Lucilla
,
which
indeed
was
a
very
natural
thing
to
say
,
but
would
have
been
an
utterly
impossible
one
to
carry
out
,
as
she
saw
when
she
came
to
think
of
it
.
But
she
could
not
think
of
it
just
then
.
She
did
not
think
at
all
that
first
long
snowy
,
troubled
day
,
but
went
about
the
house
,
on
the
bedroom
floor
,
wringing
her
hands
like
a
creature
distracted
.
"
If
I
had
only
sat
up
,
"
she
said
;
and
then
she
would
recall
the
touch
of
his
hand
on
her
shoulder
,
which
she
seemed
still
to
be
feeling
,
and
cry
out
,
like
all
the
rest
of
the
world
,
that
it
could
not
be
true
.
But
,
to
be
sure
,
that
was
a
state
of
feeling
that
could
not
last
long
.
There
are
events
for
which
something
higher
than
accident
must
be
held
accountable
,
were
one
ever
so
ready
to
take
the
burden
of
affairs
on
one
's
own
shoulders
;
and
Lucilla
knew
,
when
she
came
to
herself
,
that
if
she
had
watched
ever
so
long
or
so
closely
,
that
could
have
had
no
effect
upon
the
matter
.
After
a
while
,
the
bewildering
sense
of
her
own
changed
position
began
to
come
upon
her
,
and
roused
her
up
into
that
feverish
and
unnatural
activity
of
thought
which
,
in
some
minds
,
is
the
inevitable
reaction
after
the
unaccustomed
curb
and
shock
of
grief
.
When
she
had
got
used
to
that
dreadful
certainty
about
her
father
,
and
had
suddenly
come
with
a
leap
to
the
knowledge
that
she
was
not
to
blame
,
and
could
not
help
it
,
and
that
though
he
was
gone
,
she
remained
,
it
is
no
censure
upon
Lucilla
to
say
that
her
head
became
immediately
full
of
a
horror
and
confusion
of
thoughts
,
an
involuntary
stir
and
bustle
of
plans
and
projects
which
she
did
all
she
could
to
put
down
,
but
which
would
return
and
overwhelm
her
whether
she
chose
it
or
not
.
She
could
not
help
asking
herself
what
her
new
position
was
,
thinking
it
over
,
so
strangely
free
and
new
and
unlimited
as
it
seemed
.
And
it
must
be
recollected
that
Miss
Marjoribanks
was
a
woman
of
very
active
mind
and
great
energies
,
too
old
to
take
up
a
girl
's
fancy
that
all
was
over
because
she
had
encountered
a
natural
grief
on
her
passage
,
and
too
young
not
to
see
a
long
future
still
before
her
.
She
kept
her
room
,
as
was
to
be
expected
,
and
saw
nobody
,
and
only
moved
the
household
and
superintended
the
arrangements
in
a
muffled
way
through
Thomas
,
who
was
an
old
servant
,
and
knew
"
the
ways
"
of
the
house
;
but
notwithstanding
her
seclusion
and
her
honest
sorrow
,
and
her
perfect
observance
of
all
the
ordinary
restraints
of
the
moment
,
it
would
be
wrong
to
omit
all
mention
of
this
feverish
bustle
of
thinking
which
came
into
Lucilla
's
mind
in
her
solitude
.
Of
all
that
she
had
to
bear
,
it
was
the
thing
that
vexed
and
irritated
and
distressed
her
the
most
—
as
if
,
she
said
to
herself
indignantly
,
she
ought
to
have
been
able
to
think
of
anything
!
And
the
chances
are
that
Lucilla
,
for
sheer
duty
's
sake
,
would
have
said
,
if
anybody
had
asked
,
that
of
course
she
had
not
thought
of
anything
as
yet
;
without
being
aware
that
the
mere
shock
,
and
horror
,
and
profound
commotion
had
a
great
deal
more
to
do
than
anything
else
in
producing
that
fluttering
crowd
of
busy
,
vexatious
speculations
which
had
come
,
without
any
will
of
hers
,
into
her
heart
.
It
looked
a
dreadful
change
in
one
way
as
she
looked
at
it
,
without
wishing
to
look
at
it
,
in
the
solitude
of
her
own
room
,
where
the
blinds
were
all
down
,
and
the
snow
sometimes
came
with
a
little
thump
against
the
window
,
and
where
it
was
so
dark
that
it
was
a
comfort
when
night
came
,
and
the
lamp
could
be
lighted
.
So
far
as
Carlingford
was
concerned
,
it
would
be
almost
as
bad
for
Miss
Marjoribanks
as
if
she
were
her
father
's
widow
instead
of
his
daughter
.
To
keep
up
a
position
of
social
importance
in
a
single
woman
's
house
,
unless
,
as
she
had
herself
lightly
said
so
short
a
time
since
,
she
were
awfully
rich
,
would
be
next
to
impossible
.
All
that
gave
importance
to
the
centre
of
society
—
the
hospitable
table
,
the
open
house
—
had
come
to
an
end
with
the
Doctor
.
Things
could
no
more
be
as
they
had
once
been
,
in
that
respect
at
least
.
She
might
stay
in
the
house
,
and
keep
up
to
the
furthest
extent
possible
to
her
its
old
traditions
;
but
even
to
the
utmost
limit
to
which
Lucilla
could
think
it
right
to
go
it
could
never
be
the
same
.
This
consciousness
kept
gleaming
upon
her
as
she
sat
in
the
dull
daylight
behind
the
closed
blinds
,
with
articles
of
mourning
piled
about
everywhere
,
and
the
gray
dimness
getting
into
her
very
eyes
,
and
her
mind
distressed
by
the
consciousness
that
she
ought
to
have
been
unable
to
think
;
and
the
sadness
of
the
prospect
altogether
was
enough
to
stir
up
a
reaction
,
in
spite
of
herself
,
in
Miss
Marjoribanks
's
mind
.
And
on
the
other
side
she
would
no
doubt
be
very
well
off
,
and
could
go
wherever
she
liked
,
and
had
no
limit
,
except
what
was
right
and
proper
and
becoming
,
to
what
she
might
please
to
do
.
She
might
go
abroad
if
she
liked
,
which
perhaps
is
the
first
idea
of
the
modern
English
mind
when
anything
happens
to
it
,
and
settle
wherever
she
pleased
,
and
arrange
her
mode
of
existence
as
seemed
good
in
her
own
eyes
.
She
would
be
an
heiress
in
a
moderate
way
,
and
Aunt
Jemima
was
by
this
time
absolutely
at
her
disposal
,
and
could
be
taken
anywhere
;
and
at
Lucilla
's
age
it
was
quite
impossible
to
predict
what
might
not
happen
to
a
woman
in
such
a
position
.
When
these
fairer
possibilities
gleamed
into
Lucilla
's
mind
,
it
would
be
difficult
to
describe
the
anger
and
self-disgust
with
which
she
reproached
herself
—
for
perhaps
it
was
the
first
time
that
she
had
consciously
failed
in
maintaining
a
state
of
mind
becoming
the
occasion
;
and
though
nobody
but
herself
knew
of
it
,
the
pain
of
the
accusation
was
acute
and
bitter
.
But
how
could
Miss
Marjoribanks
help
it
?
—
the
mind
travels
so
much
quicker
than
anything
else
,
and
goes
so
far
,
and
makes
its
expeditions
in
such
subtle
,
stealthy
ways
.
She
might
begin
by
thinking
of
her
dear
papa
,
and
yet
,
before
she
could
dry
her
eyes
,
might
be
off
in
the
midst
of
one
of
these
bewildering
speculations
.
For
everything
was
certain
now
so
far
as
he
was
concerned
;
and
everything
was
so
uncertain
,
and
full
of
such
unknown
issues
for
herself
.
Thus
the
dark
days
before
the
funeral
passed
by
—
and
everybody
was
very
kind
.
Dr
Marjoribanks
was
one
of
the
props
of
the
place
,
and
all
Carlingford
bestirred
itself
to
do
him
the
final
honours
;
and
all
her
friends
conspired
how
to
save
Lucilla
from
all
possible
trouble
,
and
help
her
over
the
trial
;
and
to
see
how
much
he
was
respected
was
the
greatest
of
all
possible
comforts
to
her
,
as
she
said
.
Thus
it
was
that
among
the
changes
that
everybody
looked
for
,
there
occurred
all
at
once
this
change
which
was
entirely
unexpected
,
and
put
everything
else
out
of
mind
for
the
moment
.
For
to
tell
the
truth
,
Dr
Marjoribanks
was
one
of
the
men
who
,
according
to
external
appearance
,
need
never
have
died
.
There
was
nothing
about
him
that
wanted
to
be
set
right
,
no
sort
of
loss
,
or
failure
,
or
misunderstanding
,
so
far
as
anybody
could
see
.
An
existence
in
which
he
could
have
his
friends
to
dinner
every
week
,
and
a
good
house
,
and
good
wine
,
and
a
very
good
table
,
and
nothing
particular
to
put
him
out
of
his
way
,
seemed
in
fact
the
very
ideal
of
the
best
life
for
the
Doctor
.
There
was
nothing
in
him
that
seemed
to
demand
anything
better
,
and
it
was
confusing
to
try
to
follow
him
into
that
which
,
no
doubt
,
must
be
in
all
its
fundamentals
a
very
different
kind
of
world
.
He
was
a
just
man
and
a
good
man
in
his
way
,
and
had
been
kind
to
many
people
in
his
lifetime
—
but
still
he
did
not
seem
to
have
that
need
of
another
rectifying
,
completer
existence
which
most
men
have
.
There
seemed
no
reason
why
he
should
die
—
a
man
who
was
so
well
contented
with
this
lower
region
in
which
many
of
us
fare
badly
,
and
where
so
few
of
us
are
contented
.
This
was
a
fact
which
exercised
a
very
confusing
influence
,
even
when
they
themselves
were
not
aware
of
it
,
on
many
people
's
minds
.
It
was
hard
to
think
of
him
under
any
other
circumstances
,
or
identify
him
with
angels
and
spirits
—
which
feeling
on
the
whole
made
the
regret
for
him
a
more
poignant
sort
of
regret
.
And
they
buried
him
with
the
greatest
signs
of
respect
.
People
from
twenty
miles
off
sent
their
carriages
,
and
all
the
George
Street
people
shut
their
shops
,
and
there
was
very
little
business
done
all
day
.
Mr
Cavendish
and
Mr
Ashburton
walked
side
by
side
at
the
funeral
,
which
was
an
affecting
sight
to
see
;
and
if
anything
more
could
have
been
done
to
show
their
respect
which
was
not
done
,
the
corporation
of
Carlingford
would
have
been
sorry
for
it
.
And
the
snow
still
lay
deep
in
all
the
corners
,
though
it
had
been
trampled
down
all
about
the
Doctor
's
house
,
where
the
lamp
was
not
lighted
now
of
nights
;
for
what
was
the
use
of
lighting
the
lamp
,
which
was
a
kind
of
lighthouse
in
its
way
,
and
meant
to
point
out
succour
and
safety
for
the
neighbours
,
when
the
physician
himself
was
lying
beyond
all
hope
of
succour
or
aid
?
And
all
the
Grange
Lane
people
retired
in
a
sympathetic
,
awe-stricken
way
,
and
decided
,
or
at
least
the
ladies
did
,
to
see
Lucilla
next
day
,
if
she
was
able
to
see
them
,
and
to
find
out
whether
she
was
going
to
make
an
effort
,
or
what
she
meant
to
do
.
And
Mrs
Chiley
was
so
much
better
that
she
was
able
to
be
up
a
little
in
the
evening
,
though
she
scarcely
could
forgive
herself
,
and
still
could
not
help
thinking
that
it
was
she
who
had
really
been
sent
for
,
and
that
the
Doctor
had
been
taken
in
mistake
.
And
as
for
Lucilla
,
she
sat
in
her
room
and
cried
,
and
thought
of
her
father
's
hand
upon
her
shoulder
—
that
last
unusual
caress
which
was
more
touching
to
think
of
than
a
world
of
words
.
He
had
been
fond
of
her
and
proud
of
her
,
and
at
the
last
moment
he
had
showed
it
.
And
by
times
she
seemed
to
feel
again
that
lingering
touch
,
and
cried
as
if
her
heart
would
break
:
and
yet
,
for
all
that
,
she
could
not
keep
her
thoughts
steady
,
nor
prevent
them
from
wandering
to
all
kinds
of
profane
out-of-door
matters
,
and
to
considerations
of
the
future
,
and
estimates
of
her
own
position
.
It
wounded
her
sadly
to
feel
herself
in
such
an
inappropriate
state
of
mind
,
but
she
could
not
help
it
;
and
then
the
want
of
natural
light
and
air
oppressed
her
sorely
,
and
she
longed
for
the
evening
,
which
felt
a
little
more
natural
,
and
thought
that
at
last
she
might
have
a
long
talk
with
Aunt
Jemima
,
who
was
a
kind
of
refuge
in
her
present
loneliness
,
and
gave
her
a
means
of
escape
at
the
same
time
from
all
this
bustle
and
commotion
of
unbecoming
thoughts
.
This
was
enough
surely
for
any
one
to
have
to
encounter
at
one
time
;
but
that
very
night
another
rumour
began
to
murmur
through
Carlingford
—
a
rumour
more
bewildering
,
more
incredible
still
,
than
that
of
the
Doctor
's
death
,
which
the
town
had
been
obliged
to
confirm
and
acknowledge
,
and
put
its
seal
to
.
When
the
thing
was
first
mentioned
,
everybody
(
who
could
find
it
in
their
heart
to
laugh
)
laughed
loud
in
the
face
of
the
first
narrator
with
mingled
scepticism
and
indignation
.
They
asked
him
what
he
meant
by
it
,
and
ridiculed
and
scoffed
at
him
to
his
face
.
"
Lucilla
will
be
the
richest
woman
in
Grange
Lane
,
"
people
said
;
"
everybody
in
Carlingford
knows
that
.
"
But
after
this
statement
had
been
made
,
the
town
began
to
listen
.
It
was
obliged
to
listen
,
for
other
witnesses
came
in
to
confirm
the
story
.
It
never
might
have
been
found
out
while
the
Doctor
lived
,
for
he
had
a
great
practice
,
and
made
a
great
deal
of
money
;
but
now
that
he
was
dead
,
nothing
could
be
hid
.
He
was
dead
,
and
he
had
made
an
elaborate
will
,
which
was
all
as
just
and
righteous
as
a
will
could
be
;
but
after
the
will
was
read
,
it
was
found
out
that
everything
named
in
it
had
disappeared
like
a
bubble
.
Instead
of
being
the
richest
,
Dr
Marjoribanks
was
one
of
the
poorest
men
in
Carlingford
when
he
shut
his
door
behind
him
on
that
snowy
night
.
It
was
a
revelation
which
took
the
town
perfectly
by
storm
,
and
startled
everybody
out
of
their
senses
.
Lucilla
's
plans
,
which
she
thought
so
wicked
,
went
out
all
of
a
sudden
,
in
a
certain
dull
amaze
and
dismay
,
to
which
no
words
could
give
any
expression
.
Such
was
the
second
inconceivable
reverse
of
fortune
which
happened
to
Miss
Marjoribanks
,
more
unexpected
,
more
incomprehensible
still
than
the
other
,
in
the
very
midst
of
her
most
important
activities
and
hopes
.
Chapter
XLIV
When
the
first
whisper
of
the
way
in
which
she
was
—
as
people
say
—
"
left
"
reached
Lucilla
,
her
first
feeling
was
incredulity
.
It
was
conveyed
to
her
by
Aunt
Jemima
,
who
came
to
her
in
her
room
after
the
funeral
with
a
face
blanched
with
dismay
.
Miss
Marjoribanks
took
it
for
grief
;
and
,
though
she
did
not
look
for
so
much
feeling
from
Mrs
John
,
was
pleased
and
comforted
that
her
aunt
should
really
lament
her
poor
papa
.
It
was
a
compliment
which
,
in
the
softened
and
sorrowful
state
of
Lucilla
's
mind
,
went
to
her
heart
.
Aunt
Jemima
came
up
and
kissed
her
in
a
hasty
excited
way
,
which
showed
genuine
and
spontaneous
emotion
,
and
was
not
like
the
solemn
pomp
with
which
sympathising
friends
generally
embrace
a
mourner
;
and
then
she
made
Lucilla
sit
down
by
the
fire
and
held
her
hands
.
"
My
poor
child
,
"
said
Aunt
Jemima
—
"
my
poor
,
dear
,
sacrificed
child
!
you
know
,
Lucilla
,
how
fond
I
am
of
you
,
and
you
can
always
come
to
me
—
—
"
"
Thank
you
,
dear
Aunt
Jemima
,
"
said
Miss
Marjoribanks
,
though
she
was
a
little
puzzled
.
"
You
are
the
only
relative
I
have
,
and
I
knew
you
would
not
forsake
me
.
What
should
I
do
without
you
at
such
a
time
?
I
am
sure
it
is
what
dear
papa
would
have
wished
—
—
"
"
Lucilla
,
"
cried
Mrs
John
impulsively
,
"
I
know
it
is
natural
you
should
cry
for
your
father
;
but
when
you
know
all
,
—
you
that
never
knew
what
it
was
to
be
without
money
—
that
never
were
straitened
even
,
or
obliged
to
give
up
things
,
like
most
other
young
women
.
Oh
,
my
dear
,
they
said
I
was
to
prepare
you
,
but
how
can
I
prepare
you
?
I
feel
as
if
I
never
could
forgive
my
brother-in-law
;
that
he
should
bring
you
up
like
this
,
and
then
—
—
"
"
What
is
it
?
"
said
Miss
Marjoribanks
,
drying
her
tears
.
"
If
it
is
anything
new
,
tell
me
,
but
do
n't
speak
so
of
—
of
—
—
What
is
it
?
say
it
right
out
.
"
"
Lucilla
,
"
said
Aunt
Jemima
solemnly
,
"
you
think
you
have
a
great
deal
of
courage
,
and
now
is
your
time
to
show
it
.
He
has
left
you
without
a
farthing
—
he
that
was
always
thought
to
be
so
rich
.
It
is
quite
true
what
I
am
saying
.
He
has
gone
and
died
and
left
nothing
,
Lucilla
.
Now
I
have
told
you
;
and
oh
,
my
poor
,
dear
,
injured
child
,
"
cried
Mrs
John
,
with
fervour
,
"
as
long
as
I
have
a
home
there
will
be
room
in
it
for
you
.
"
But
Lucilla
put
her
aunt
away
softly
when
she
was
about
to
fall
upon
her
neck
.
Miss
Marjoribanks
was
struck
dumb
;
her
heart
seemed
to
stop
beating
for
the
moment
.
"
It
is
quite
impossible
—
it
cannot
be
true
,
"
she
said
,
and
gave
a
gasp
to
recover
her
breath
.
Then
Mrs
John
came
down
upon
her
with
facts
,
proving
it
to
be
true
—
showing
how
Dr
Marjoribanks
's
money
was
invested
,
and
how
it
had
been
lost
.
She
made
a
terrible
muddle
of
it
,
no
doubt
,
but
Lucilla
was
not
very
clear
about
business
details
any
more
than
her
aunt
,
and
she
did
not
move
nor
say
a
word
while
the
long
,
involved
,
endless
narrative
went
on
.
She
kept
saying
it
was
impossible
in
her
heart
for
half
of
the
time
,
and
then
she
crept
nearer
the
fire
and
shivered
,
and
said
nothing
even
to
herself
,
and
did
not
even
seem
to
listen
,
but
knew
that
it
must
be
true
.
It
would
be
vain
to
attempt
to
say
that
it
was
not
a
terrible
blow
to
Lucilla
;
her
strength
was
weakened
already
by
grief
and
solitude
and
want
of
food
,
for
she
could
not
find
it
in
her
heart
to
go
on
eating
her
ordinary
meals
as
if
nothing
had
happened
;
and
all
of
a
sudden
she
felt
the
cold
seize
her
,
and
drew
closer
and
closer
to
the
fire
.
The
thoughts
which
she
had
been
thinking
in
spite
of
herself
,
and
for
which
she
had
so
greatly
condemned
herself
,
went
out
with
a
sudden
distinctness
,
as
if
it
had
been
a
lamp
going
out
and
leaving
the
room
in
darkness
,
and
a
sudden
sense
of
utter
gloom
and
cold
and
bewildering
uncertainty
came
over
Lucilla
.
When
she
lifted
her
eyes
from
the
fire
,
into
which
she
had
been
gazing
,
it
almost
surprised
her
to
find
herself
still
in
this
warm
room
where
there
was
every
appliance
for
comfort
,
and
where
her
entire
wardrobe
of
new
mourning
—
everything
,
as
Aunt
Jemima
said
,
that
a
woman
could
desire
—
was
piled
up
on
the
bed
.
It
was
impossible
that
she
could
be
a
penniless
creature
,
left
on
her
own
resources
,
without
father
or
supporter
or
revenue
;
and
yet
—
good
heavens
!
could
it
be
true
?
"
If
it
is
true
,
Aunt
Jemima
,
"
said
Lucilla
,
"
I
must
try
to
bear
it
;
but
my
poor
head
feels
all
queer
.
I
'd
rather
not
think
any
more
about
it
to-night
.
"
"
How
can
you
help
thinking
about
it
,
Lucilla
?
"
cried
Mrs
John
.
"
I
can
think
of
nothing
else
;
and
I
am
not
so
much
concerned
as
you
.
"
Upon
which
Lucilla
rose
and
kissed
Aunt
Jemima
,
though
her
head
was
all
confused
and
she
had
noises
in
her
ears
.
"
I
do
n't
think
we
are
much
like
each
other
,
you
know
,
"
she
said
.
"
Did
you
hear
how
Mrs
Chiley
was
?
I
am
sure
she
will
be
very
sorry
;
"
and
with
that
Miss
Marjoribanks
softened
,
and
felt
a
little
comforted
,
and
cried
again
—
not
for
the
money
,
but
for
her
father
.
"
If
you
are
going
downstairs
,
I
think
I
will
come
down
to
tea
,
Aunt
Jemima
,
"
she
said
.
But
after
Mrs
John
had
gone
away
full
of
wonder
at
her
philosophy
,
Lucilla
drew
close
to
the
fire
again
and
took
her
head
between
her
hands
and
tried
to
think
what
it
meant
.
Could
it
be
true
?
Instead
of
the
heiress
,
in
a
good
position
,
who
could
go
abroad
or
anywhere
,
and
do
anything
she
liked
,
was
it
possible
that
she
was
only
a
penniless
single
woman
with
nobody
to
look
to
,
and
nothing
to
live
on
?
Such
an
extraordinary
incomprehensible
revolution
might
well
make
any
one
feel
giddy
.
The
solid
house
and
the
comfortable
room
,
and
her
own
sober
brain
,
which
was
not
in
the
way
of
being
put
off
its
balance
,
seemed
to
turn
round
and
round
as
she
looked
into
the
fire
.
Lucilla
was
not
one
to
throw
the
blame
upon
her
father
,
as
Mrs
John
had
done
.
On
the
contrary
she
was
sorry
,
profoundly
sorry
for
him
,
and
made
such
a
picture
to
herself
of
what
his
feelings
must
have
been
,
when
he
went
into
his
room
that
night
and
knew
that
all
his
hard-earned
fortune
was
gone
,
that
it
made
her
weep
the
deepest
tears
for
him
that
she
had
yet
shed
.
"
Poor
papa
!
"
she
said
to
herself
;
and
as
she
was
not
much
given
to
employing
her
imagination
in
this
way
,
and
realising
the
feeling
of
others
,
the
effect
was
all
the
greater
now
.
If
he
had
but
told
her
,
and
put
off
a
share
of
the
burden
from
his
own
shoulders
on
to
hers
who
could
have
borne
it
!
but
the
Doctor
had
never
done
justice
to
Lucilla
's
qualities
.
This
,
amid
her
general
sense
of
confusion
and
dizziness
and
insecurity
,
was
the
only
clear
thought
that
struck
Miss
Marjoribanks
;
and
that
it
was
very
cold
and
must
be
freezing
outside
;
and
how
did
the
poor
people
manage
who
had
not
all
her
present
advantages
?
She
tried
to
put
away
this
revelation
from
her
,
as
she
had
said
to
Aunt
Jemima
,
and
keep
it
for
a
little
at
arm
's
length
,
and
get
a
night
's
rest
in
the
meantime
,
and
so
be
able
to
bring
a
clear
head
to
the
contemplation
of
it
to-morrow
,
which
was
the
most
judicious
thing
to
do
.
But
when
the
mind
has
been
stimulated
by
such
a
shock
,
Solomon
himself
,
one
would
suppose
,
could
scarcely
,
however
clearly
he
might
perceive
what
was
best
,
take
the
judicious
passive
way
.
When
Lucilla
got
up
from
where
she
was
crouching
before
the
fire
,
she
felt
so
giddy
that
she
could
scarcely
stand
.
Her
head
was
all
queer
,
as
she
had
said
,
and
she
had
a
singing
in
her
ears
.
She
herself
seemed
to
have
changed
along
with
her
position
.
An
hour
or
two
before
,
she
could
have
answered
for
her
own
steadiness
and
self-possession
in
almost
any
circumstances
,
but
now
the
blood
seemed
to
be
running
a
race
in
her
veins
,
and
the
strangest
noises
hummed
in
her
ears
.
She
felt
ashamed
of
her
weakness
,
but
she
could
not
help
it
;
and
then
she
was
weak
with
grief
and
excitement
and
comparative
fasting
,
which
told
for
something
,
probably
,
in
her
inability
to
bear
so
unlooked-for
a
blow
.
But
Miss
Marjoribanks
thought
it
was
best
to
go
down
to
the
drawing-room
for
tea
,
as
she
had
said
.
To
see
everything
just
as
it
had
been
,
utterly
indifferent
and
unconscious
of
what
had
happened
,
made
her
cry
,
and
relieved
her
giddiness
by
reviving
her
grief
;
and
then
the
next
minute
a
bewildering
wonder
seized
her
as
to
what
would
become
of
this
drawing-room
,
the
scene
of
her
triumphs
—
who
would
live
in
it
,
and
whom
the
things
would
go
to
—
which
made
her
sick
,
and
brought
back
the
singing
in
her
ears
.
But
on
the
whole
she
took
tea
very
quietly
with
Aunt
Jemima
,
who
kept
breaking
into
continual
snatches
of
lamentation
,
but
was
always
checked
by
Lucilla
's
composed
looks
.
If
she
had
not
heard
this
extraordinary
news
,
which
made
the
world
turn
round
with
her
,
Miss
Marjoribanks
would
have
felt
that
soft
hush
of
exhaustion
and
grief
subdued
which
,
when
the
grief
is
not
too
urgent
,
comes
after
all
is
over
;
and
even
now
she
felt
a
certain
comfort
in
the
warm
firelight
and
the
change
out
of
her
own
room
—
where
she
had
been
living
shut
up
,
with
the
blinds
down
,
and
the
black
dresses
everywhere
about
,
for
so
many
dreary
days
.
John
Brown
,
who
had
charge
of
Dr
Marjoribanks
's
affairs
,
came
next
day
and
explained
everything
to
Lucilla
.
The
lawyer
had
had
one
short
interview
with
his
client
after
the
news
came
,
and
Dr
Marjoribanks
had
borne
it
like
a
man
.
His
face
had
changed
a
little
,
and
he
had
sat
down
,
which
he
was
not
in
the
habit
of
doing
,
and
drawn
a
kind
of
shivering
long
breath
;
and
then
he
had
said
,
"
Poor
Lucilla
!
"
to
himself
.
This
was
all
Mr
Brown
could
say
about
the
effect
the
shock
had
on
the
Doctor
.
And
there
was
something
in
this
very
scanty
information
which
gave
Lucilla
a
new
pang
of
sorrow
and
consolation
.
"
And
he
patted
me
on
the
shoulder
that
last
night
,
"
she
said
,
with
tender
tears
;
and
felt
she
had
never
loved
her
father
so
well
in
all
her
life
—
which
is
one
of
the
sweeter
uses
of
death
which
many
must
have
experienced
,
but
which
belonged
to
a
more
exquisite
and
penetrating
kind
of
emotion
than
was
common
to
Lucilla
.
"
I
thought
he
looked
a
little
broken
when
he
went
out
,
"
said
Mr
Brown
,
"
but
full
of
pluck
and
spirit
,
as
he
always
was
.
'
I
am
making
a
good
deal
of
money
,
and
I
may
live
long
enough
to
lay
by
a
little
still
,
'
were
the
last
words
he
said
to
me
.
I
remember
he
put
a
kind
of
emphasis
on
the
may
.
Perhaps
he
knew
he
was
not
so
strong
as
he
looked
.
He
was
a
good
man
,
Miss
Marjoribanks
,
and
there
is
nobody
that
has
not
some
kind
thing
to
tell
of
him
,
"
said
the
lawyer
,
with
a
certain
moisture
in
his
eyes
;
for
there
was
nobody
in
Carlingford
who
did
not
miss
the
old
Doctor
,
and
John
Brown
was
very
tender-hearted
in
his
way
.
"
But
nobody
can
know
what
a
good
father
he
was
,
"
said
Lucilla
,
with
a
sob
;
and
she
meant
it
with
all
her
heart
,
thinking
chiefly
of
his
hand
on
her
shoulder
that
last
night
,
and
of
the
"
Poor
Lucilla
!
"
in
John
Brown
's
office
;
though
,
after
all
,
perhaps
,
it
was
not
chiefly
as
a
tender
father
that
Dr
Marjoribanks
shone
,
though
he
gave
his
daughter
all
she
wanted
or
asked
for
.
Her
grief
was
so
true
,
and
so
little
tinctured
by
any
of
that
indignation
over
the
unexpected
loss
,
which
Aunt
Jemima
had
not
been
able
to
conceal
,
that
John
Brown
was
quite
touched
,
and
felt
his
heart
warm
to
Lucilla
.
He
explained
it
all
very
fully
to
her
when
she
was
composed
enough
to
understand
him
;
and
as
he
went
through
all
the
details
the
giddiness
came
back
,
and
once
more
Miss
Marjoribanks
felt
the
world
running
round
,
and
heard
his
statement
through
the
noises
in
her
ears
.
All
this
settled
down
,
however
,
into
a
certain
distinctness
as
John
Brown
,
who
was
very
clear-headed
and
good
at
making
a
concise
statement
,
went
on
;
and
gradually
the
gyrations
became
slower
and
slower
,
and
the
great
universe
became
solid
once
more
,
and
held
to
its
moorings
under
Lucilla
's
feet
,
and
she
ceased
to
hear
that
supernatural
hum
and
buzz
.
The
vague
shadows
of
chaos
and
ruin
dispersed
,
and
through
them
she
saw
once
more
the
real
aspect
of
things
.
She
was
not
quite
penniless
.
There
was
the
house
,
which
was
a
very
good
house
,
and
some
little
corners
and
scraps
of
money
in
the
Funds
,
which
were
Lucilla
's
very
own
,
and
could
not
be
lost
;
and
last
of
all
there
was
the
business
—
the
best
practice
in
Carlingford
,
and
entire
command
of
Grange
Lane
.
"
But
what
does
that
matter
?
"
said
Lucilla
;
"
if
poor
papa
had
retired
indeed
,
as
I
used
to
beg
him
to
do
,
and
parted
with
it
—
—
But
everybody
has
begun
to
send
for
Dr
Rider
already
,
"
she
said
,
in
an
aggrieved
voice
;
and
then
for
the
first
time
John
Brown
remembered
,
to
his
confusion
,
that
there
was
once
said
to
be
"
something
between
"
Miss
Marjoribanks
and
Dr
Rider
;
which
complicated
the
affair
in
the
most
uncomfortable
way
.
"
Yes
,
"
he
said
,
"
and
of
course
that
would
make
it
much
more
difficult
to
bring
in
another
man
;
but
Rider
is
a
very
honourable
young
fellow
,
Miss
Marjoribanks
—
—
"
"
He
is
not
so
very
young
,
"
said
Lucilla
.
"
He
is
quite
as
old
as
I
am
,
though
no
one
ever
would
think
so
.
I
am
sure
he
is
honourable
,
but
what
has
that
to
do
with
it
?
And
I
do
think
Mrs
Chiley
might
have
done
without
—
anybody
else
:
for
a
day
or
two
,
considering
when
it
was
—
—
"
And
here
she
stopped
to
cry
,
unreasonably
,
but
yet
very
naturally
;
for
it
did
feel
hard
that
in
the
house
to
which
Dr
Marjoribanks
's
last
visit
had
been
paid
,
another
doctor
should
have
been
called
in
next
day
.
"
What
I
meant
to
say
,
"
said
John
Brown
,
"
was
,
that
Dr
Rider
,
though
he
is
not
rich
,
and
could
not
pay
a
large
sum
of
money
down
,
would
be
very
glad
to
make
some
arrangement
.
He
is
very
anxious
about
it
,
and
he
seemed
himself
to
think
that
if
you
knew
his
circumstances
you
would
not
be
disinclined
to
—
—
But
as
I
did
not
at
all
know
—
—
"
Lucilla
caught
,
as
it
were
,
and
met
,
and
forced
to
face
her
,
her
informant
's
embarrassed
,
hesitating
look
.
"
You
say
this
,
"
said
Miss
Marjoribanks
,
"
because
people
used
to
say
there
was
something
between
us
,
and
you
think
I
may
have
some
feeling
about
it
.
But
there
never
was
anything
between
us
.
Anybody
with
a
quarter
of
an
eye
could
have
seen
that
he
was
going
out
of
his
senses
about
that
little
Australian
girl
.
And
I
am
rather
fond
of
men
that
are
in
love
—
it
shows
they
have
some
good
in
them
.
But
it
is
dreadful
to
talk
of
such
things
now
,
"
said
Lucilla
,
with
a
sigh
of
self-reproach
.
"
If
Dr
Rider
has
any
arrangement
to
propose
,
I
should
like
to
give
him
the
preference
,
please
.
You
see
they
have
begun
to
send
for
him
already
in
Grange
Lane
.
"
"
I
will
do
whatever
you
think
proper
,
"
said
John
Brown
,
who
was
rather
scared
,
and
very
much
impressed
by
Miss
Marjoribanks
's
candour
.
Dr
Rider
had
been
the
first
love
of
Mr
Brown
's
own
wife
,
and
the
lawyer
had
a
curious
kind
of
satisfaction
in
thinking
that
this
silly
young
fellow
had
thus
lost
two
admirable
women
,
and
that
probably
the
little
Australian
was
equally
inferior
to
Miss
Marjoribanks
and
Mrs
Brown
.
He
ought
to
have
been
grateful
that
Dr
Rider
had
left
the
latter
lady
to
his
own
superior
discrimination
—
and
so
he
was
;
and
yet
it
gave
him
a
certain
odd
satisfaction
to
think
that
the
Doctor
was
not
so
happy
as
he
might
have
been
.
He
went
away
fully
warranted
to
receive
Dr
Rider
's
proposition
,
and
even
,
to
a
certain
extent
,
to
decide
upon
it
—
and
Lucilla
threw
herself
back
in
her
chair
in
the
silent
drawing-room
,
from
which
Aunt
Jemima
had
discreetly
withdrawn
,
and
began
to
think
over
the
reality
of
her
position
as
she
now
saw
it
for
the
first
time
.
The
sense
of
bewildering
revolution
and
change
was
over
;
for
,
strangely
enough
,
the
greater
a
change
is
the
more
easily
the
mind
,
after
the
first
shock
,
accepts
and
gets
accustomed
to
it
.
It
was
over
,
and
the
world
felt
steady
once
more
under
Lucilla
's
feet
,
and
she
sat
down
,
not
precisely
amid
the
ruins
of
her
happiness
,
but
still
in
the
presence
of
many
an
imagination
overthrown
,
to
look
at
her
real
position
.
It
was
not
,
after
all
,
utter
poverty
,
misery
,
and
destitution
,
as
at
the
first
glance
she
had
believed
.
According
to
what
John
Brown
had
said
,
and
a
rapid
calculation
which
Lucilla
had
herself
made
in
passing
,
something
approaching
two
hundred
a
year
would
be
left
to
her
—
just
a
small
single
woman
's
revenue
,
as
she
thought
to
herself
.
Two
hundred
a
year
!
All
at
once
there
came
into
Miss
Marjoribanks
's
mind
a
sudden
vision
of
the
two
Miss
Ravenswoods
,
who
had
lived
in
that
pretty
set
of
rooms
over
Elsworthy
's
shop
,
facing
into
Grange
Lane
,
and
who
had
kept
a
lady
's
maid
,
and
asked
the
best
people
in
the
place
to
tea
,
upon
a
very
similar
income
,
and
how
their
achievements
had
been
held
up
to
everybody
as
a
model
of
what
genteel
economy
could
do
.
She
thought
of
them
,
and
her
heart
sank
within
her
;
for
it
was
not
in
Lucilla
's
nature
to
live
without
a
sphere
,
nor
to
disjoin
herself
from
her
fellow-creatures
,
nor
to
give
up
entirely
the
sovereign
position
she
had
held
for
so
many
years
.
Whatever
she
might
ultimately
do
,
it
was
clear
that
,
in
the
meantime
,
she
could
not
make
up
her
mind
to
any
such
giving
up
of
the
battle
as
that
.
And
then
there
was
the
house
.
She
might
let
it
to
the
Riders
,
and
add
probably
another
hundred
a
year
to
her
income
;
for
though
it
was
an
excellent
house
,
and
worth
more
than
a
hundred
a
year
,
still
there
was
no
competition
for
houses
in
Grange
Lane
,
and
the
new
Doctor
was
the
only
probable
tenant
.
And
,
to
tell
the
truth
,
though
Lucilla
was
very
reasonable
,
it
went
to
her
heart
at
the
present
moment
to
think
of
letting
the
house
to
the
new
Doctor
,
and
having
the
patients
come
as
usual
,
and
the
lamp
lighted
as
of
old
,
and
nothing
changed
except
the
central
figure
of
all
.
She
ought
to
have
been
above
such
sentimental
ideas
when
a
whole
hundred
pounds
a
year
was
in
question
;
but
she
was
not
,
which
of
itself
was
a
strange
phenomenon
.
If
she
could
have
made
up
her
mind
to
that
,
there
were
a
great
many
things
that
she
might
have
done
.
She
might
still
have
gone
abroad
,
and
to
some
extent
taken
a
limited
share
in
what
was
going
on
in
some
section
of
English
society
on
the
Continent
.
Or
she
might
have
gone
to
one
of
the
mild
centres
of
a
similar
kind
of
life
in
England
.
But
such
a
prospect
did
not
offer
many
attractions
to
Miss
Marjoribanks
.
If
she
had
been
rich
,
it
would
have
been
different
.
Thus
there
gradually
dawned
upon
her
the
germ
of
the
plan
she
ultimately
adopted
,
and
which
was
the
only
one
that
commended
itself
to
her
feelings
.
Going
away
was
expensive
and
troublesome
at
the
best
;
and
even
at
Elsworthy
's
,
if
she
could
have
made
up
her
mind
to
such
an
expedient
,
she
would
have
been
charged
a
pound
a
week
for
the
rooms
alone
,
not
to
speak
of
all
kinds
of
extras
,
and
never
having
the
satisfaction
of
feeling
yourself
in
your
own
place
.
Under
all
the
circumstances
,
it
was
impressed
upon
Lucilla
's
mind
that
her
natural
course
was
to
stay
still
where
she
was
,
and
make
no
change
.
Why
should
she
make
any
change
?
The
house
was
her
own
,
and
did
not
cost
anything
,
and
if
Nancy
would
but
stand
by
her
and
one
good
maid
—
—
It
was
a
venture
;
but
still
Lucilla
felt
as
if
she
might
be
equal
to
it
.
Though
she
was
no
mathematician
,
Miss
Marjoribanks
was
very
clever
at
mental
arithmetic
in
a
practical
sort
of
way
.
She
put
down
lines
upon
lines
of
figures
in
her
head
while
she
sat
musing
in
her
chair
,
and
worked
them
out
with
wonderful
skill
and
speed
and
accuracy
.
And
the
more
she
thought
of
it
,
the
more
it
seemed
to
her
that
this
was
the
thing
to
do
.
Why
should
she
retreat
and
leave
her
native
soil
and
the
neighbourhood
of
all
her
friends
because
she
was
poor
and
in
trouble
?
Lucilla
was
not
ashamed
of
being
poor
—
nor
even
frightened
by
it
,
now
that
she
understood
what
it
was
—
any
more
than
she
would
have
been
frightened
,
after
the
first
shock
,
had
her
poverty
even
been
much
more
absolute
.
She
was
standing
alone
at
this
moment
as
upon
a
little
island
of
as
yet
undisturbed
seclusion
and
calm
,
and
she
knew
very
well
that
outside
a
perfect
sea
of
good
advice
would
surge
round
her
as
soon
as
she
was
visible
.
In
these
circumstances
Lucilla
took
by
instinct
the
only
wise
course
:
she
made
up
her
mind
there
and
then
with
a
perfect
unanimity
which
is
seldom
to
be
gained
when
counsellors
are
admitted
.
And
what
she
decided
upon
,
as
was
to
be
expected
from
her
character
,
was
not
to
fly
from
her
misfortune
and
the
scene
of
it
,
but
to
confront
fate
and
take
up
her
lawful
burden
and
stay
still
in
her
own
house
.
It
was
the
wisest
and
the
easiest
,
and
at
the
same
time
the
most
heroic
course
to
adopt
,
and
she
knew
beforehand
that
it
was
one
which
would
be
approved
of
by
nobody
.
All
this
Lucilla
steadily
faced
and
considered
and
made
up
her
mind
to
while
she
sat
alone
;
although
silence
and
solitude
and
desolation
seemed
to
have
