money,
and
he
is
going
to
change
his
name
?
"
"
His
name
!
"
said
Mrs
Woodburn
,
with
a
little
cry
,
like
an
imprudent
woman
;
and
then
she
recovered
herself
.
"
I
have
not
heard
of
anything
of
the
kind
,
"
she
said
,
"
and
he
would
be
sure
to
tell
me
of
it
;
but
in
Carlingford
people
know
things
before
they
happen
.
I
should
be
very
glad
to
know
that
somebody
was
going
to
leave
him
a
great
deal
of
money
;
but
I
do
n't
know
about
the
name
—
—
"
"
Oh
,
I
heard
it
only
in
a
confused
sort
of
way
,
"
said
Lucilla
,
"
or
that
he
had
changed
his
name
.
I
am
sure
I
do
n't
know
if
it
was
past
or
present
.
Did
he
ever
make
any
change
to
be
somebody
's
heir
?
Oh
,
I
beg
your
pardon
;
but
you
know
people
do
it
every
day
.
"
Mrs
Woodburn
had
grown
quite
pale
—
perhaps
because
she
began
to
see
that
there
was
some
method
in
these
questions
,
perhaps
with
simple
and
unreasonable
fright
at
the
suggestion
.
She
could
not
say
a
word
for
a
moment
,
so
startling
was
the
question
;
and
then
there
was
something
in
Lucilla
's
early
visit
,
and
in
her
instant
onslaught
upon
Mr
Cavendish
,
which
was
alarming
.
She
was
so
frightened
and
driven
into
a
corner
that
she
could
not
tell
how
to
answer
.
It
occurred
to
her
all
at
once
that
perhaps
Mr
Cavendish
had
opened
his
heart
to
Miss
Marjoribanks
and
given
her
an
inkling
of
his
secret
;
and
what
would
Lucilla
think
if
she
contradicted
her
brother
?
Never
was
a
poor
woman
in
a
greater
difficulty
.
All
her
fun
and
her
mimicry
collapsed
.
She
no
more
noticed
the
peculiarities
of
Lucilla
's
look
and
manner
than
if
she
had
been
an
ordinary
inhabitant
of
Grange
Lane
.
"
Changed
his
name
?
"
she
faltered
,
in
a
blank
sort
of
interrogative
way
;
and
in
spite
of
herself
faltered
and
shook
,
and
conveyed
to
Lucilla
the
most
perfect
assurance
that
what
she
supposed
was
true
.
"
When
it
is
for
a
great
deal
of
money
there
is
some
sense
in
it
;
when
it
is
only
for
a
prettier
name
it
is
dreadfully
stupid
.
Do
n't
you
think
so
?
As
if
we
all
could
have
pretty
names
!
"
said
Lucilla
.
"
I
should
like
so
much
to
have
a
talk
with
Mr
Cavendish
.
I
picked
up
some
very
,
very
old
friends
of
his
the
other
day
—
people
who
used
to
know
him
long
ago
.
I
am
sure
he
would
be
interested
if
he
were
to
know
.
"
"
I
do
n't
think
it
could
be
him
,
"
said
Mrs
Woodburn
,
with
something
like
the
instinct
of
despair
;
"
I
do
n't
remember
any
very
old
friends
he
has
;
it
is
so
long
a
time
ago
—
—
"
and
then
the
poor
lady
stopped
short
,
as
if
she
had
something
choking
her
in
her
throat
.
"
I
do
n't
think
it
could
be
he
.
"
"
Not
such
a
very
long
time
,
"
said
Lucilla
,
in
her
easy
way
.
"
It
is
dreadful
to
give
him
a
character
for
being
old
.
Do
write
him
,
please
,
and
tell
him
about
those
people
.
He
is
sure
to
be
interested
if
you
say
it
is
a
lady
,
and
a
pretty
woman
,
and
a
widow
,
"
continued
Miss
Marjoribanks
.
"
She
says
he
was
once
very
kind
to
her
when
her
poor
husband
was
alive
.
"
Mrs
Woodburn
recovered
herself
a
little
as
Lucilla
spoke
.
"
It
must
have
been
some
other
Mr
Cavendish
,
"
she
said
.
"
Harry
was
—
so
much
abroad
—
so
long
away
from
home
—
—
"
At
that
moment
there
was
a
sound
in
the
house
of
a
heavy
step
,
and
Mr
Woodburn
's
whistle
became
audible
in
the
distance
.
Then
the
poor
woman
,
who
had
a
secret
,
fixed
haggard
eyes
upon
Miss
Marjoribanks
.
She
dared
not
say
,
"
Do
n't
speak
of
this
before
my
husband
.
"
She
dared
not
utter
a
word
to
awaken
suspicion
on
one
side
or
the
other
.
She
knew
very
well
that
if
Mr
Woodburn
heard
of
the
existence
of
any
old
friends
of
his
brother-in-law
,
he
would
insist
upon
having
them
produced
,
and
"
paying
them
some
attention
"
;
and
at
the
same
time
Mrs
Woodburn
could
not
so
far
confide
in
Lucilla
as
to
beg
her
to
keep
silent
.
This
was
what
her
brother
's
poltroonery
brought
upon
the
unfortunate
woman
.
And
when
the
emergency
came
she
was
not
as
equal
to
it
as
she
expected
to
be
.
Her
talents
were
not
of
a
nature
to
do
her
any
good
in
such
a
strait
.
She
collapsed
entirely
,
and
looked
round
her
in
a
flutter
of
fright
and
despair
,
as
if
to
find
some
means
of
escape
.
But
this
terror
all
arose
from
the
fact
that
she
did
not
know
Miss
Marjoribanks
,
who
was
generous
as
she
was
strong
,
and
had
no
intention
of
going
to
extremities
.
Lucilla
got
up
from
her
chair
when
she
heard
Mr
Woodburn
's
whistle
coming
nearer
.
"
I
hear
somebody
coming
,
"
she
said
,
"
and
I
must
not
stay
,
for
I
have
quantities
of
things
to
do
.
Only
mind
you
tell
Mr
Cavendish
I
have
something
quite
serious
to
say
to
him
from
his
old
friend
;
and
from
me
,
please
to
tell
him
,
that
it
is
impossible
to
get
on
without
him
,
"
continued
Lucilla
,
as
Mr
Woodburn
entered
the
room
.
"
There
is
not
a
soul
that
can
flirt
or
do
anything
.
I
should
write
to
him
myself
if
I
knew
his
address
.
"
And
then
,
as
was
natural
,
Woodburn
,
with
his
usual
absurdity
,
as
his
wife
explained
afterwards
,
struck
in
with
some
boisterous
badinage
.
As
for
Mrs
Woodburn
,
in
her
mingled
terror
and
relief
,
she
was
too
much
excited
to
know
what
he
said
.
But
when
Lucilla
,
serenely
smiling
,
was
gone
,
the
mimic
,
with
her
nerves
strung
to
desperation
,
burst
into
the
wildest
comic
travesty
of
Miss
Marjoribanks
's
looks
and
manners
,
and
her
inquiries
about
Harry
,
and
sent
her
unsuspicious
husband
into
convulsions
of
laughter
.
He
laughed
until
the
tears
ran
down
his
cheeks
—
the
unconscious
simpleton
;
and
all
the
time
his
wife
could
have
liked
to
throw
him
down
and
trample
on
him
,
or
put
pins
into
him
,
or
scratch
his
beaming
,
jovial
countenance
.
Perhaps
she
would
have
gone
into
hysterics
instead
if
she
had
not
possessed
that
other
safety-valve
,
for
Mrs
Woodburn
had
not
that
supreme
composure
and
self-command
which
belonged
to
Lucilla
's
higher
organisation
.
She
wrote
a
long
letter
that
afternoon
,
and
had
a
dreadful
headache
all
the
evening
after
it
,
which
,
considering
all
things
,
was
to
be
expected
under
the
circumstances
,
and
was
a
weak-minded
woman
's
last
resource
.
No
headache
,
however
,
disturbed
Miss
Marjoribanks
's
beneficent
progress
.
She
went
home
conscious
that
,
if
she
had
not
acquired
any
distinct
information
,
she
had
at
least
gained
a
moral
certainty
.
And
besides
,
she
had
measured
the
forces
of
Mr
Cavendish
's
bodyguard
,
and
had
found
them
utterly
unequal
to
any
prolonged
resistance
.
All
that
was
wanted
was
prudence
and
care
,
and
that
good
luck
which
was
as
much
an
endowment
in
its
way
as
the
other
qualities
by
which
Lucilla
might
be
said
to
have
secured
it
.
She
went
home
meditating
her
next
step
,
and
with
a
certain
enjoyment
in
the
sense
of
difficulty
and
the
consciousness
of
how
much
skill
and
power
would
be
required
to
carry
on
three
different
threads
of
innocent
intrigue
with
the
three
different
persons
in
the
drama
,
without
ever
letting
the
general
web
get
confused
,
or
confounding
one
strand
with
another
.
She
had
to
frighten
the
Archdeacon
with
the
idea
that
Mrs
Mortimer
might
marry
the
impostor
,
and
she
had
to
keep
the
widow
in
the
profoundest
ignorance
of
this
suggestion
,
and
she
had
to
manage
and
guide
the
impostor
himself
,
to
save
his
position
,
and
deliver
him
from
his
enemies
,
and
make
his
would-be
persecutor
for
ever
harmless
.
If
by
chance
she
should
forget
herself
for
a
moment
,
and
say
to
Mr
Beverley
what
she
meant
for
Mr
Cavendish
,
or
betray
her
mode
of
dealing
with
either
to
the
third
person
interested
,
then
farewell
to
all
her
hopes
.
But
when
all
that
was
required
was
skill
and
self-possession
and
courage
,
Miss
Marjoribanks
knew
herself
too
well
to
be
afraid
.
She
came
in
with
that
sense
of
having
done
her
duty
which
is
so
sweet
to
a
well-regulated
mind
.
But
it
was
not
to
that
internal
satisfaction
alone
that
Providence
limited
Lucilla
's
reward
.
There
are
exceptional
cases
to
be
found
here
and
there
even
in
this
world
,
in
which
virtue
finds
its
just
acknowledgment
,
and
disinterested
well-doing
is
recompensed
as
it
deserves
.
While
Miss
Marjoribanks
was
still
occupied
with
the
arrangement
of
her
plans
she
was
interrupted
by
a
visitor
,
who
entered
with
a
brow
clouded
by
care
,
and
yet
exalted
by
the
sense
of
a
charge
and
dignity
which
is
not
afforded
to
every
woman
.
It
was
Mrs
Centum
who
thus
came
to
unfold
to
Lucilla
the
new
event
which
was
about
to
happen
in
Carlingford
.
She
had
a
great
deal
to
say
first
,
as
was
natural
,
of
the
dreadful
vexation
of
such
a
thing
happening
in
holiday-time
when
the
boys
were
all
at
home
,
and
when
she
did
not
know
what
to
do
.
"
But
you
know
,
Lucilla
,
it
will
be
delightful
for
all
you
young
ladies
to
have
the
officers
,
"
said
Mrs
Centum
;
"
it
keeps
a
place
lively
;
though
,
for
my
part
,
I
always
say
in
six
months
there
will
not
be
a
servant
in
the
house
that
one
can
depend
upon
.
It
is
dreadful
for
servants
—
especially
young
ones
,
and
if
they
are
nice-looking
,
you
know
;
but
it
is
very
nice
for
the
young
ladies
,
and
for
all
the
picnics
and
dances
and
everything
—
—
"
"
What
officers
?
"
said
Lucilla
,
pricking
up
her
ears
—
for
to
tell
the
truth
,
the
very
name
of
officers
in
a
place
like
Carlingford
,
where
nobody
could
flirt
but
Mr
Cavendish
,
was
as
water
in
the
desert
to
Miss
Marjoribanks
's
soul
.
"
Has
not
the
Doctor
told
you
?
"
said
Mrs
Centum
—
"
but
,
to
be
sure
,
very
few
people
know
as
yet
.
Mr
Centum
says
it
must
be
all
on
your
account
,
because
you
give
such
nice
parties
—
but
of
course
that
is
only
his
fun
,
you
know
.
However
,
I
suppose
somebody
has
told
Lord
Palmerston
of
all
those
great
buildings
that
were
meant
for
the
factories
,
and
of
Carlingford
being
such
a
healthy
place
.
And
so
the
General
is
coming
to
us
to-morrow
,
Lucilla
—
General
Travers
,
you
know
,
that
was
in
all
the
papers
for
something
he
did
in
India
;
Charles
used
to
know
him
at
school
.
He
is
quite
handsome
,
and
has
ever
so
many
medals
and
things
.
It
is
a
dreadful
addition
to
one
's
troubles
in
holiday-time
,
you
know
;
but
,
my
dear
,
I
hope
you
will
ask
him
to
your
Thursdays
,
and
help
us
to
make
Carlingford
pleasant
to
him
.
It
all
depends
upon
him
,
"
said
Mrs
Centum
solemnly
;
—
"
if
he
likes
the
place
,
and
thinks
it
will
do
,
and
finds
nice
society
—
whether
it
is
here
or
at
Hampton
that
they
establish
the
depot
.
"
"
At
Hampton
!
"
cried
Miss
Marjoribanks
naturally
excited
—
"
the
stupidest
,
wretchedest
little
place
—
—
"
"
That
is
just
what
Mr
Centum
says
,
"
said
the
visitor
,
with
a
sigh
;
"
what
I
am
nervous
about
is
the
servants
,
Lucilla
;
and
you
know
that
under-nurse
of
mine
,
what
a
nice
steady
girl
she
has
always
been
,
and
such
a
comfort
—
but
as
soon
as
the
soldiers
come
it
turns
their
heads
.
I
want
you
to
tell
me
,
if
you
'll
be
so
very
good
,
Lucilla
,
how
Nancy
makes
that
paté
that
Mr
Centum
is
so
fond
of
.
I
know
it
is
a
good
deal
to
ask
;
but
I
am
sure
you
are
one
to
stand
by
your
friends
;
and
if
the
General
should
take
a
dislike
to
Carlingford
through
any
fault
of
mine
,
I
never
could
forgive
myself
;
and
I
want
you
to
ask
him
to
your
Thursdays
,
Lucilla
—
there
's
a
dear
.
"
"
Dear
Mrs
Centum
,
"
cried
Miss
Marjoribanks
,
"
papa
must
call
on
the
General
and
ask
him
to
dinner
:
as
for
my
Thursdays
,
I
always
say
they
are
not
parties
;
they
are
only
evenings
,
"
said
Lucilla
sweetly
,
"
and
not
worth
a
gentleman
's
while
.
"
"
And
about
the
paté
,
Lucilla
,
"
said
Mrs
Centum
anxiously
,
"
I
hope
you
wo
n't
think
it
too
much
of
me
to
ask
;
—
you
are
so
clever
,
you
know
,
and
so
is
Nancy
:
and
what
with
the
noise
,
and
the
nursery
dinners
,
and
all
those
big
boys
home
from
school
—
—
"
Mrs
Centum
fixed
her
eyes
with
true
solicitude
on
Lucilla
's
face
.
Miss
Marjoribanks
was
magnanimous
,
but
the
paté
in
question
was
one
of
the
greatest
triumphs
of
the
Doctor
's
table
.
She
thought
,
and
with
truth
,
that
it
was
a
great
deal
for
any
one
to
ask
;
but
then
it
is
true
that
genius
has
duties
as
well
as
privileges
;
and
to
impress
upon
mediocrity
the
benefit
of
loyally
following
and
copying
superior
intelligence
,
is
of
itself
a
moral
effect
of
the
greatest
importance
.
And
besides
,
the
woman
who
at
such
a
moment
produced
a
live
General
in
Carlingford
,
and
held
out
hopes
of
officers
,
was
not
a
woman
to
be
denied
.
"
I
will
write
it
down
for
you
,
"
said
Lucilla
graciously
,
"
if
you
think
your
cook
will
understand
;
or
perhaps
Nancy
might
step
in
and
show
her
how
—
if
I
can
persuade
Nancy
.
Dear
Mrs
Centum
,
I
hope
you
will
always
feel
sure
that
I
am
ready
to
do
anything
for
my
friends
.
"
"
Oh
,
thank
you
,
dear
,
"
cried
the
grateful
woman
;
"
I
knew
you
were
not
one
to
mind
;
and
if
Nancy
would
be
so
very
kind
—
—
I
am
sure
you
will
like
the
General
,
"
added
Mrs
Centum
,
with
effusion
;
"
he
will
live
here
,
you
know
,
if
the
depot
comes
,
and
be
such
an
addition
!
I
said
to
Charles
,
the
moment
he
told
me
,
That
would
just
be
the
very
thing
for
Lucilla
!
And
he
is
quite
young
looking
,
and
so
nice
and
pleasant
,
"
she
added
,
in
the
fulness
of
her
enthusiasm
and
gratitude
.
As
for
Miss
Marjoribanks
,
she
shook
her
head
,
but
nevertheless
received
the
assurance
with
a
smile
.
"
It
is
not
that
sort
of
thing
I
am
thinking
of
,
"
said
Lucilla
:
"
if
it
had
been
,
I
need
never
have
come
home
;
and
now
,
after
papa
has
been
so
kind
about
the
drawing-room
—
—
;
but
I
am
always
glad
to
hear
of
nice
new
people
,
"
said
Miss
Marjoribanks
;
"
and
to
meet
a
man
that
has
been
in
the
world
is
such
a
pleasure
to
papa
.
"
With
this
benign
acknowledgment
of
the
General
's
merits
,
Lucilla
received
Mrs
Centum
's
affectionate
leave-takings
.
To
be
sure
,
she
knew
nothing
,
and
did
not
occupy
herself
much
at
that
moment
about
General
Travers
.
But
at
the
same
time
Miss
Marjoribanks
,
with
her
usual
piety
,
recognised
the
approval
of
Providence
in
this
new
occurrence
,
and
was
naturally
both
encouraged
and
exhilarated
.
It
is
but
in
rare
cases
,
as
has
been
said
,
that
the
reward
of
virtue
is
given
so
promptly
,
and
with
such
beautiful
discrimination
:
and
there
are
even
people
in
the
world
who
profess
to
have
no
faith
in
any
prompt
or
visible
recompense
.
But
Lucilla
was
not
of
that
new
and
heretical
school
.
For
her
own
part
,
she
felt
it
very
natural
that
her
exertions
for
the
good
of
her
kind
should
thus
be
recognised
and
acknowledged
,
and
returned
to
her
plans
with
that
sweet
and
exhilarating
sense
of
moral
harmony
,
which
an
approving
Heaven
,
and
a
sense
of
blessings
earned
and
goodness
recompensed
,
are
so
well
calculated
to
give
.
Chapter
XXVI
Miss
Marjoribanks
's
mind
had
scarcely
subsided
out
of
the
first
exhilarating
sense
of
a
great
many
things
to
do
,
and
a
truly
important
mission
in
hand
,
when
little
Rose
Lake
sought
her
with
that
confession
of
family
troubles
,
and
prayer
for
counsel
and
aid
in
the
extremity
,
which
opened
a
new
way
and
mode
of
working
to
Lucilla
.
Rose
was
proud
,
poor
little
soul
,
not
only
of
her
exceptional
position
,
and
that
of
her
family
,
as
a
family
of
artists
,
but
also
with
a
constitutional
and
individual
pride
as
one
of
the
natural
conservators
of
domestic
honour
,
who
would
rather
have
died
than
have
heard
the
Lakes
lightly
spoken
of
,
or
upbraided
with
debt
or
indecorum
,
or
any
other
crime
.
She
had
been
silent
as
long
as
she
could
about
Barbara
's
shortcomings
,
jealously
concealing
them
from
all
the
world
,
and
attacking
them
with
a
violence
which
made
her
big
elder
sister
,
who
was
twice
as
big
and
six
times
as
strong
as
she
,
tremble
before
her
when
they
were
alone
.
But
little
Rose
had
at
length
found
things
come
to
a
point
beyond
which
her
experience
did
not
go
.
Barbara
began
to
have
secret
meetings
with
a
man
whose
presence
nobody
was
aware
of
,
and
who
did
not
come
openly
to
the
house
to
seek
her
,
and
persevered
,
in
spite
of
all
remonstrances
,
in
this
clandestine
career
;
and
all
the
prejudices
and
all
the
instincts
of
the
young
artist
rose
up
against
her
.
A
vague
presentiment
of
greater
evil
behind
impelled
her
to
some
action
,
and
shame
and
pride
combined
at
the
same
time
to
keep
her
silent
.
She
could
not
speak
to
her
father
,
because
the
poor
man
lost
his
head
straightway
,
and
made
piteous
appeals
to
her
not
to
make
a
fuss
,
and
threw
the
burden
back
again
upon
her
with
a
double
weight
;
and
besides
,
he
was
only
a
man
,
though
he
was
her
father
,
and
Rose
had
the
pride
of
a
woman
in
addition
to
her
other
pride
.
In
these
painful
circumstances
,
it
occurred
to
her
to
consult
Lucilla
,
who
had
been
,
as
has
been
recounted
in
an
early
part
of
this
history
,
a
great
authority
at
Mount
Pleasant
,
where
her
heroic
belief
in
herself
led
,
as
was
natural
,
others
to
believe
in
her
.
And
then
Miss
Marjoribanks
was
one
of
the
people
who
can
keep
counsel
;
and
Rose
felt
,
besides
,
that
Lucilla
had
been
injured
,
and
had
not
revenged
herself
,
and
that
to
put
confidence
in
her
would
be
,
to
a
certain
extent
,
to
make
up
for
the
offence
.
All
these
motives
,
combined
with
an
intolerable
sense
of
having
upon
her
shoulders
a
burden
greater
than
she
could
bear
,
drove
the
young
artist
at
last
to
Grange
Lane
,
where
Lucilla
,
as
we
have
said
,
was
still
in
the
state
of
mental
exhilaration
and
excitement
naturally
consequent
upon
having
a
very
important
piece
of
work
in
hand
.
"
I
do
n't
know
what
to
do
,
"
said
Rose
;
"
I
made
up
my
mind
I
never
would
say
a
word
to
any
one
.
It
is
so
strange
she
should
have
no
proper
pride
!
but
then
it
is
dreadful
to
think
,
what
if
anything
should
come
of
it
!
though
I
am
sure
I
do
n't
know
what
could
come
of
it
;
but
they
might
run
away
,
or
something
;
and
then
people
are
so
fond
of
talking
.
I
thought
for
a
long
time
,
if
I
only
knew
some
nice
old
lady
;
but
then
I
do
n't
suppose
there
are
any
nice
old
ladies
in
Carlingford
,
"
added
the
Preraphaelist
,
with
a
sigh
.
"
Oh
,
you
little
monster
!
"
cried
Lucilla
,
"
there
is
Mrs
Chiley
,
the
dearest
old
—
—
;
but
never
mind
,
make
haste
and
tell
me
all
the
same
.
"
"
Lucilla
,
"
said
Rose
solemnly
,
"
we
are
not
great
people
like
you
;
we
are
not
rich
,
nor
able
to
have
all
we
like
,
and
everybody
to
visit
us
;
but
,
all
the
same
,
we
have
our
Pride
.
The
honour
of
a
family
is
just
as
precious
whether
people
live
,
"
said
the
young
artist
,
with
a
certain
severity
,
"
in
Grove
Street
or
in
Grange
Lane
.
"
This
exordium
had
its
natural
effect
upon
Miss
Marjoribanks
;
her
imagination
leaped
forward
a
long
way
beyond
the
reality
which
her
companion
talked
of
so
solemnly
,
and
she
changed
her
colour
a
little
,
as
even
a
woman
of
her
experience
might
be
excused
for
doing
in
the
presence
of
something
terrible
and
disastrous
so
near
at
hand
.
"
I
wish
you
would
not
frighten
me
,
"
said
Lucilla
;
"
I
am
very
sorry
for
you
,
you
dear
little
Rose
.
You
are
only
a
baby
yourself
,
and
ought
not
to
have
any
bother
.
Tell
me
all
about
it
,
there
's
a
dear
.
"
But
these
soothing
tones
were
too
much
for
Rose
's
composure
.
She
cried
,
and
her
cheeks
flushed
,
and
her
dewy
eyes
enlarged
and
lightened
when
they
had
thrown
off
a
little
part
of
their
oppression
in
the
form
of
those
hot
salt
tears
.
Miss
Marjoribanks
had
never
seen
her
look
so
pretty
,
and
said
so
to
herself
,
with
a
momentary
and
perfectly
disinterested
regret
that
there
was
"
nobody
"
to
see
her
—
a
regret
which
probably
changed
its
character
before
Rose
left
the
house
.
But
in
the
meantime
Lucilla
soothed
her
and
kissed
her
,
and
took
off
her
hat
and
shed
her
pretty
curls
off
her
forehead
.
These
curls
were
not
by
any
means
so
strong
and
vehement
in
their
twist
as
Miss
Marjoribanks
's
own
,
but
hung
loosely
and
softly
with
the
"
sweet
neglect
"
of
the
poet
.
"
You
would
look
very
nice
if
you
would
take
a
little
pains
,
"
Lucilla
said
,
in
her
maternal
way
.
"
You
must
wear
your
hair
just
so
on
Thursday
;
and
now
tell
me
all
about
it
—
there
's
a
dear
.
"
"
Lucilla
,
you
know
"
said
Rose
,
drying
her
tears
,
"
she
has
taken
to
going
out
in
the
evening
,
and
I
am
sure
she
meets
him
every
night
.
I
ca
n't
be
a
spy
on
her
,
whatever
she
does
,
and
I
ca
n't
lock
her
up
,
you
know
,
or
lock
the
door
,
or
anything
like
that
.
I
am
not
her
mother
,
"
said
the
poor
little
sister
pathetically
,
with
a
regretful
sob
.
"
And
then
she
has
taken
to
making
herself
nice
before
she
goes
out
.
I
do
n't
think
she
ever
cared
much
for
being
nice
—
not
at
home
,
you
know
;
but
now
she
has
pretty
collars
and
gloves
and
things
,
and
I
ca
n't
tell
where
she
gets
them
,
"
cried
Rose
,
her
eyes
lighting
up
passionately
.
"
She
has
no
money
to
spend
on
such
things
.
Lucilla
,
I
should
die
if
I
thought
she
would
accept
them
from
him
.
"
"
You
dear
old
Rose
,
you
do
n't
know
what
you
are
saying
,
"
said
the
experienced
Lucilla
;
"
most
likely
,
if
she
meets
a
gentleman
,
she
is
engaged
to
him
;
and
They
always
give
people
presents
,
you
know
.
If
you
would
only
tell
me
who
it
is
.
"
"
Lucilla
,
do
not
trifle
with
me
,
"
said
Rose
;
"
it
is
much
too
serious
for
that
—
engaged
without
papa
knowing
of
it
,
nor
me
!
You
know
very
well
that
would
be
no
engagement
.
I
sometimes
think
she
is
—
is
—
fond
of
him
,
"
said
the
reverent
little
maiden
,
whose
voice
changed
and
softened
under
the
influence
of
that
supposition
;
"
and
then
again
I
think
it
is
only
because
he
is
rich
,
"
she
went
on
,
with
new
vehemence
.
"
Oh
,
Lucilla
,
if
you
only
knew
how
dreadful
it
was
to
have
such
thoughts
—
and
there
is
nobody
to
take
care
of
her
but
me
!
Papa
cannot
be
worried
,
for
that
would
react
upon
everything
.
An
artist
is
not
just
like
other
people
.
It
is
everybody
's
duty
to
leave
him
undisturbed
;
and
then
,
you
know
,
he
is
only
a
man
,
and
does
not
understand
;
and
if
she
wo
n't
pay
any
attention
to
me
when
I
speak
to
her
,
oh
,
Lucilla
,
tell
me
,
what
can
I
do
?
"
"
Let
me
think
,
"
said
Lucilla
gravely
.
"
You
know
I
ca
n't
tell
all
in
a
moment
.
It
is
Mr
Cavendish
,
I
suppose
,
though
you
wo
n't
say
so
.
Now
just
wait
a
moment
,
and
let
me
think
.
"
"
I
once
thought
of
going
to
him
,
"
said
Rose
;
"
perhaps
he
might
be
generous
,
and
go
away
.
An
artist
can
do
many
things
that
other
people
ca
n't
do
.
We
have
an
exceptional
position
,
"
the
Preraphaelist
went
on
,
faltering
a
little
,
and
not
feeling
quite
so
sure
of
the
fact
on
that
special
occasion
.
"
I
thought
of
going
and
begging
of
him
,
if
it
was
on
my
knees
—
—
"
"
My
dear
,
"
said
Lucilla
,
with
great
seriousness
,
"
if
you
did
,
I
think
it
is
most
likely
he
would
fall
in
love
with
you
,
and
that
would
not
mend
the
matter
;
and
I
am
sure
Barbara
would
give
you
poison
.
I
will
tell
you
what
we
must
do
.
I
would
not
do
it
for
everybody
;
but
you
know
I
was
always
very
fond
of
you
,
you
dear
little
Rose
.
You
shall
ask
me
for
to-morrow
evening
to
come
to
tea
.
"
"
To
come
to
tea
!
"
echoed
poor
Rose
,
in
dismay
.
She
had
been
waiting
for
Lucilla
's
advice
with
a
great
deal
of
anxiety
;
but
at
the
present
moment
it
would
be
vain
to
conceal
that
the
proposed
expedient
seemed
to
her
altogether
inadequate
for
the
emergency
.
The
light
went
out
of
her
face
as
she
opened
her
eyes
wide
and
fixed
them
on
Lucilla
;
and
for
one
moment
,
one
desperate
moment
,
Rose
was
disloyal
,
and
lost
faith
in
the
only
person
who
could
help
her
;
which
,
perhaps
,
under
the
circumstances
,
was
not
a
thing
to
cause
much
surprise
.
"
My
dear
,
you
may
be
sure
I
would
not
propose
it
,
if
I
did
not
feel
it
was
the
best
thing
to
do
,
"
said
Lucilla
,
with
great
gravity
.
"
It
happens
precisely
that
I
want
to
see
Mr
Cavendish
,
and
if
he
is
at
home
he
never
shows
himself
,
and
I
have
been
wondering
how
I
could
find
him
.
I
shall
make
him
walk
home
with
me
,
"
said
Miss
Marjoribanks
,
"
so
you
need
not
be
uneasy
,
Rose
,
about
the
trouble
I
am
taking
.
I
am
doing
it
to
serve
myself
as
well
as
you
.
We
shall
say
eight
o'clock
,
if
that
is
not
too
late
.
"
"
But
,
Lucilla
—
—
"
said
Rose
,
with
consternation
;
and
then
she
stopped
short
,
and
could
not
tell
what
more
to
say
.
"
You
do
n't
understand
it
?
"
said
Miss
Marjoribanks
;
"
I
do
n't
think
it
was
to
be
expected
that
you
should
understand
it
.
A
little
thing
like
you
has
no
way
of
knowing
the
world
.
When
Barbara
knows
I
am
there
,
she
will
be
sure
to
bring
him
to
the
very
door
;
she
will
want
me
to
see
that
he
is
with
her
;
and
you
may
leave
the
rest
to
me
,
"
said
Lucilla
.
"
For
my
part
,
I
have
something
very
particular
to
say
to
Mr
Cavendish
.
It
is
my
luck
,
"
Miss
Marjoribanks
added
,
"
for
I
could
not
think
how
to
get
to
see
him
.
At
eight
o'clock
to-morrow
evening
—
—
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
Rose
;
but
perhaps
it
was
still
doubtful
how
far
she
understood
the
mode
of
operations
proposed
.
Lucilla
's
prompt
and
facile
genius
was
too
much
for
the
young
artist
,
and
there
was
,
as
she
herself
would
have
said
,
an
entire
want
of
"
keeping
"
between
her
own
sense
of
the
position
,
tragical
and
desperate
as
that
was
,
and
any
state
of
matters
which
could
be
ameliorated
by
the
fact
of
Miss
Marjoribanks
coming
to
tea
.
It
had
been
Rose
's
only
hope
,
and
now
it
seemed
all
at
once
to
fail
her
;
and
yet
,
at
the
same
time
,
that
instinctive
faith
in
Lucilla
which
came
naturally
to
every
one
under
her
influence
struggled
against
reason
in
Rose
's
heart
.
Her
red
soft
lips
fell
apart
with
the
hurried
breath
of
wonder
and
doubt
;
her
eyes
still
expanded
,
and
clearer
than
usual
after
their
tears
,
were
fixed
upon
Lucilla
with
an
appealing
,
questioning
look
;
and
it
was
just
at
this
moment
,
when
Rose
was
a
great
deal
too
much
absorbed
in
her
disappointment
and
surprise
,
and
lingering
hope
,
to
take
any
notice
of
strange
sounds
or
sights
,
or
of
anybody
coming
,
that
Thomas
all
at
once
opened
the
door
and
showed
Mrs
Centum
into
the
room
.
Now
it
would
have
mattered
very
little
for
Mrs
Centum
—
who
,
to
be
sure
,
knew
Lucilla
perfectly
well
,
and
would
never
have
dreamed
for
a
moment
of
identifying
such
a
trifling
little
person
as
Rose
Lake
in
any
way
with
Miss
Marjoribanks
;
but
then
Mrs
Centum
happened
at
that
precise
moment
to
be
bringing
the
new
arrival
,
the
important
stranger
,
who
had
so
much
in
his
power
—
General
Travers
himself
—
to
be
introduced
to
Lucilla
;
and
it
was
not
the
fault
either
of
Rose
or
the
General
if
it
was
on
the
young
mistress
of
the
Female
School
of
Design
that
the
warrior
's
first
glance
fell
.
Naturally
the
conversation
had
run
upon
Miss
Marjoribanks
on
the
past
evening
,
for
Mrs
Centum
was
full
of
the
enthusiasm
and
excitement
incident
to
that
paté
which
Lucilla
had
so
magnanimously
enabled
her
to
produce
.
"
Is
she
pretty
?
"
General
Travers
had
demanded
,
as
was
to
be
expected
.
"
We
—
ll
,
"
Mrs
Centum
had
replied
,
and
made
a
long
pause
—
"
would
you
call
Lucilla
pretty
,
Charles
?
"
and
Charles
had
been
equally
dubious
in
his
response
;
for
,
to
be
sure
,
it
was
a
dereliction
from
Miss
Marjoribanks
's
dignity
to
call
her
pretty
,
which
is
a
trifling
sort
of
qualification
.
But
when
the
General
entered
the
drawing-room
,
which
might
be
called
the
centre
of
Carlingford
,
and
saw
before
him
that
little
dewy
face
,
full
of
clouds
and
sunshine
,
uncertain
,
unquiet
,
open-eyed
,
with
the
red
lips
apart
,
and
the
eyes
clear
and
expanded
with
recent
tears
—
a
face
which
gave
a
certain
sentiment
of
freshness
and
fragrance
to
the
atmosphere
like
the
quiet
after
a
storm
—
he
did
not
understand
what
his
hosts
could
mean
.
"
I
call
her
very
pretty
,
"
he
said
,
under
his
breath
,
to
his
interested
and
delighted
chaperone
;
and
we
are
surely
justified
in
appealing
to
the
readers
of
this
history
,
as
Lucilla
,
who
was
always
reasonable
,
afterwards
did
to
herself
,
whether
it
could
be
justly
said
under
all
the
circumstances
,
that
either
Rose
or
the
General
were
to
blame
?
The
little
artist
got
up
hurriedly
when
she
awoke
to
the
fact
that
other
visitors
had
come
into
the
room
,
but
she
was
not
at
all
interested
in
General
Travers
,
whom
Rose
,
with
the
unconscious
insolence
of
youth
,
classified
in
her
own
mind
as
an
elderly
gentleman
.
Not
that
he
was
at
all
an
elderly
gentleman
;
but
then
a
man
of
forty
,
especially
when
he
is
a
fine
man
and
adequately
developed
for
his
years
,
has
at
the
first
glance
no
great
attraction
for
an
impertinent
of
seventeen
.
Rose
did
not
go
away
without
receiving
another
kiss
from
Lucilla
,
and
a
parting
reminder
.
"
To-morrow
at
eight
o'clock
;
and
mind
you
leave
it
all
to
me
,
and
do
n't
worry
,
"
said
Miss
Marjoribanks
;
and
Rose
,
half
ashamed
,
put
on
her
hat
and
went
away
,
without
so
much
as
remarking
the
admiration
in
the
stranger
's
eyes
,
nor
the
look
of
disappointment
with
which
he
saw
her
leave
the
room
.
Rose
thought
no
more
of
him
than
if
he
had
been
a
piece
of
furniture
;
but
as
for
the
General
,
when
he
found
himself
obliged
to
turn
to
Lucilla
and
make
himself
agreeable
,
the
drawback
of
having
thus
had
his
admiration
forestalled
and
drawn
away
from
its
legitimate
object
was
such
,
that
he
did
not
find
her
at
all
pretty
;
which
,
after
all
,
on
a
first
interview
at
least
,
is
all
They
think
about
,
as
Miss
Marjoribanks
herself
said
.
"
We
must
do
all
we
can
to
make
Carlingford
agreeable
to
the
General
,
"
said
Mrs
Centum
.
"
You
know
how
much
depends
upon
it
,
Lucilla
.
If
we
can
but
make
him
like
the
place
,
only
think
what
an
advantage
to
society
—
and
we
have
such
nice
society
in
Carlingford
,
"
said
the
injudicious
woman
,
who
did
not
know
what
to
say
.
"
Nothing
very
particular
,
"
said
Miss
Marjoribanks
.
"
I
hope
General
Travers
will
like
us
;
but
as
for
the
officers
,
I
am
not
so
sure
.
They
are
all
so
light
and
airy
,
you
know
:
and
to
have
nothing
but
flirting
men
is
almost
as
bad
as
having
nobody
that
can
flirt
;
which
is
my
position
,
"
Lucilla
added
,
with
a
sigh
,
"
as
long
as
Mr
Cavendish
is
away
.
"
"
Lucilla
,
"
cried
Mrs
Centum
,
a
little
shocked
,
"
one
would
think
to
hear
you
that
you
were
the
greatest
coquette
possible
;
and
on
the
contrary
she
is
quite
an
example
to
all
our
young
ladies
,
I
assure
you
,
General
;
and
as
for
flirting
—
—
"
"
Dear
Mrs
Centum
,
"
said
Lucilla
sweetly
,
"
one
has
always
to
do
one
's
duty
to
society
.
As
far
as
I
am
concerned
,
it
is
quite
different
.
And
I
do
n't
mean
to
say
that
the
officers
would
not
be
a
great
acquisition
,
"
Miss
Marjoribanks
continued
,
with
her
usual
politeness
;
"
but
then
too
many
young
people
are
the
ruin
of
society
.
If
we
were
to
run
all
to
dancing
and
that
sort
of
thing
,
after
all
the
trouble
one
has
taken
—
—
"
said
Lucilla
.
Perhaps
it
was
not
quite
civil
;
but
then
it
must
be
admitted
,
that
to
see
a
man
look
blankly
in
your
face
as
if
he
were
saying
in
his
mind
,
"
Then
it
is
only
you
,
and
not
that
pretty
little
thing
,
that
is
Miss
Marjoribanks
!
"
was
about
as
exasperating
a
sensation
as
one
is
likely
to
meet
with
.
Lucilla
understood
perfectly
well
General
Travers
's
look
,
and
for
the
moment
,
instead
of
making
herself
agreeable
,
it
was
the
contrary
impulse
that
moved
her
.
She
looked
at
him
,
not
blankly
as
he
looked
at
her
,
but
in
a
calmly
considerate
way
,
as
she
might
have
looked
at
Mr
Holden
the
upholsterer
,
had
he
proposed
a
new
kind
of
tapisserie
to
her
judgment
.
"
One
would
be
always
delighted
,
of
course
,
to
have
General
Travers
,
"
said
Miss
Marjoribanks
,
"
but
I
am
afraid
the
officers
would
not
do
.
"
As
for
Mrs
Centum
,
she
was
quite
incapable
of
managing
such
a
terrible
crisis
.
She
felt
it
,
indeed
,
a
little
hard
that
it
should
be
her
man
who
was
defied
in
this
alarming
way
,
while
Mr
Cavendish
and
the
Archdeacon
,
the
two
previous
candidates
,
had
both
been
received
so
sweetly
.
To
be
sure
,
it
was
his
own
fault
;
but
that
did
not
mend
matters
.
She
looked
from
one
to
the
other
with
a
scared
look
,
and
grew
very
red
,
and
untied
her
bonnet
;
and
then
,
as
none
of
these
evidences
of
agitation
had
any
effect
upon
the
other
parties
involved
,
plunged
into
the
heat
of
the
conflict
without
considering
what
she
was
about
to
say
.
"
Lucilla
,
I
am
surprised
at
you
,
"
said
Mrs
Centum
,
"
when
you
know
how
you
have
gone
on
about
Mr
Cavendish
—
when
you
know
what
a
fuss
you
have
made
,
and
how
you
have
told
everybody
—
—
"
"
By
the
bye
,
who
is
Mr
Cavendish
?
"
said
General
Travers
,
interposing
,
with
that
holy
horror
of
a
quarrel
between
women
which
is
common
to
the
inferior
half
of
creation
.
"
I
wonder
if
he
is
a
fellow
one
used
to
meet
everywhere
.
One
never
could
get
any
satisfaction
who
he
belonged
to
.
He
never
pretended
to
be
one
of
the
Devonshire
Cavendishes
,
you
know
.
I
do
n't
know
if
he
had
any
family
at
all
,
or
relations
,
or
that
sort
of
thing
.
In
most
cases
a
man
gets
on
just
as
well
without
them
,
in
my
opinion
.
I
wonder
if
this
fellow
you
are
talking
of
is
he
?
"
"
Oh
,
no
,
"
said
Mrs
Centum
.
"
I
hope
you
will
meet
him
before
you
leave
Carlingford
.
He
has
a
sister
married
here
;
but
we
have
always
understood
he
was
one
of
the
Cavendishes
.
I
am
sure
Mrs
Woodburn
always
gives
herself
out
for
somebody
,
"
she
continued
,
beginning
to
let
the
interesting
suspicion
enter
her
mind
;
for
,
to
be
sure
,
they
were
about
of
a
standing
,
and
the
banker
's
wife
had
sometimes
felt
a
little
sore
at
the
idea
that
her
neighbour
possessed
distinctions
of
family
which
were
denied
to
herself
.
"
It
is
true
,
none
of
her
relations
ever
come
to
see
her
,
"
said
Mrs
Centum
,
and
she
began
to
forget
the
General
,
and
Lucilla
's
reception
of
him
,
in
this
still
more
interesting
subject
.
It
was
the
first
time
that
the
authenticity
of
the
Cavendishes
had
been
attacked
in
Carlingford
;
and
,
to
be
sure
,
what
is
the
good
of
having
fine
connections
if
they
cannot
be
produced
?
While
Mrs
Centum
pondered
a
suggestion
so
interesting
,
Lucilla
,
on
her
part
,
also
took
advantage
of
the
occasion
,
and
descended
from
the
calm
heights
of
dignity
on
which
she
had
placed
herself
.
And
the
General
,
who
was
a
well-bred
man
,
had
got
over
for
the
moment
the
unlucky
impression
made
upon
him
by
the
fresh
face
of
little
Rose
Lake
.
"
Mr
Cavendish
is
very
nice
,
"
said
Miss
Marjoribanks
.
"
I
am
very
fond
of
all
my
own
relations
,
but
I
do
n't
care
about
other
people
's
.
Of
course
he
is
one
of
the
Cavendishes
.
I
do
n't
see
how
he
can
help
it
,
when
that
is
his
name
.
I
should
think
it
was
sure
to
be
the
same
.
We
should
be
so
obliged
to
you
if
you
would
bring
him
back
to
Carlingford
.
I
do
n't
know
,
I
am
sure
,
why
he
is
so
obstinate
in
staying
away
.
"
"
Perhaps
somebody
has
been
unkind
to
him
,
"
said
the
General
,
feeling
it
was
expected
of
him
.
"
I
am
sure
I
have
not
been
unkind
to
him
,
"
said
Lucilla
.
"
He
is
such
a
loss
to
me
.
If
you
are
going
to
do
us
the
pleasure
of
coming
on
Thursday
—
Oh
,
I
am
sure
we
shall
feel
quite
honoured
,
both
papa
and
I
—
I
will
show
you
how
badly
off
I
am
.
It
is
not
a
party
in
the
least
,
and
we
do
n't
dance
,
"
said
Miss
Marjoribanks
,
"
that
is
why
I
am
a
little
uncertain
about
the
officers
.
It
is
one
of
my
principles
that
too
many
young
people
are
the
ruin
of
society
;
but
it
is
hard
work
,
sometimes
,
when
one
is
not
properly
supported
,
"
Lucilla
added
,
with
a
gentle
sigh
.
"
If
I
can
be
of
any
use
,
"
said
the
amused
soldier
.
"
I
do
n't
pretend
to
be
able
to
replace
Cavendish
,
if
it
is
Cavendish
;
but
—
—
"
"
No
,
"
said
Miss
Marjoribanks
,
with
resignation
,
"
it
is
not
easy
to
replace
him
.
He
has
quite
a
talent
,
you
know
;
but
I
am
sure
it
is
very
kind
of
you
,
and
we
shall
be
delighted
to
have
such
an
acquisition
,
"
Lucilla
continued
,
after
a
pause
,
with
a
gracious
smile
;
and
then
she
led
her
guests
downstairs
to
luncheon
,
which
was
every
way
satisfactory
.
As
for
the
General
,
it
cannot
be
doubted
that
he
had
the
worst
of
it
in
this
little
encounter
,
and
felt
himself
by
no
means
such
a
great
personage
in
Carlingford
as
his
hospitable
entertainers
had
persuaded
him
he
should
be
.
Mrs
Centum
declared
afterwards
that
she
could
not
form
the
least
idea
what
Lucilla
meant
by
it
,
she
who
was
generally
so
civil
to
everybody
.
But
it
is
not
necessary
to
say
that
Miss
Marjoribanks
knew
perfectly
well
what
she
was
doing
,
and
felt
it
imperatively
necessary
to
bring
down
General
Travers
to
his
proper
level
.
Carlingford
could
exist
perfectly
well
without
him
and
his
officers
;
but
Lucilla
did
not
mean
that
the
society
she
had
taken
so
much
pains
to
form
should
be
condescended
to
by
a
mere
soldier
.
And
then
,
after
all
,
she
was
only
human
,
and
it
was
not
to
be
expected
she
could
pass
over
the
blank
look
with
which
her
visitor
turned
to
herself
,
after
having
by
evil
fortune
cast
his
eyes
upon
Rose
Lake
.
At
the
same
time
,
Miss
Marjoribanks
,
always
magnanimous
,
did
not
blame
Rose
,
who
had
no
hand
whatever
in
the
matter
;
and
if
she
avenged
herself
in
a
ladylike
and
satisfactory
manner
,
it
is
not
to
be
supposed
that
it
was
simply
a
sense
of
offence
which
actuated
Lucilla
.
She
did
it
,
on
the
contrary
,
on
strictly
philosophical
principles
,
having
perceived
that
Mrs
Centum
was
spoiling
her
General
,
and
that
it
was
absolutely
necessary
that
he
should
be
disabused
.
When
they
left
,
Mrs
Centum
was
almost
afraid
to
put
the
question
that
trembled
on
her
lips
.
She
uttered
it
at
last
,
faltering
,
and
with
a
very
doubtful
expression
,
for
she
could
not
conceal
from
herself
the
fact
that
the
General
had
been
snubbed
.
"
How
do
you
like
Lucilla
?
"
she
said
,
in
the
most
humble
way
;
and
then
she
turned
away
her
face
.
She
could
bear
it
,
whatever
it
might
be
.
She
said
to
herself
that
so
long
as
the
children
were
well
,
and
the
holidays
about
over
,
she
could
bear
anything
;
and
what
did
it
matter
to
her
about
the
officers
?
—
but
at
the
same
time
she
preferred
to
avert
her
face
when
she
received
the
blow
.
"
I
am
sure
Miss
Marjoribanks
is
a
person
for
whom
I
shall
always
entertain
the
highest
respect
,
"
said
the
General
,
and
he
gave
a
little
laugh
.
"
Was
that
pretty
little
creature
a
sister
of
hers
?
—
or
a
friend
?
—
or
what
?
I
do
n't
know
when
I
have
seen
anything
so
pretty
,
"
said
the
unsuspecting
man
;
and
then
Mrs
Centum
turned
round
upon
him
with
a
kind
of
horror
.
"
That
Lucilla
's
sister
!
—
why
,
she
has
no
sister
;
I
told
you
so
;
she
is
an
only
child
,
and
will
have
everything
.
She
will
be
quite
an
heiress
,
"
cried
Mrs
Centum
,
"
if
the
old
Doctor
were
to
die
;
though
,
I
am
sure
,
poor
dear
man
,
I
hope
he
will
not
die
.
There
is
no
other
medical
man
in
the
town
that
one
can
have
the
least
confidence
in
,
except
Dr
Rider
;
and
then
he
is
so
young
,
and
ca
n't
have
much
experience
with
children
.
Her
sister
,
indeed
!
It
was
little
Rose
Lake
,
the
drawing-master
's
daughter
,
"
said
Mrs
Centum
,
with
cruel
distinctness
.
The
General
only
said
,
"
Oh
!
"
but
it
was
in
a
crestfallen
tone
;
for
to
be
snubbed
by
one
lady
,
and
struck
with
sudden
enthusiasm
for
another
,
who
,
after
all
,
was
not
a
lady
to
speak
of
,
but
only
a
drawing-master
's
daughter
,
was
rather
hard
upon
the
poor
man
.
Thus
it
was
the
soldier
,
who
in
ordinary
circumstances
ought
to
have
been
the
most
successful
,
who
began
in
the
most
cruel
and
uncomfortable
way
his
campaign
in
Carlingford
.
Chapter
XXVII
Miss
Marjoribanks
,
except
for
her
habitual
walk
,
did
not
go
out
much
that
day
.
She
was
too
much
occupied
with
what
she
had
in
hand
.
She
could
not
conceive
—
for
Lucilla
naturally
took
a
reasonable
view
of
affairs
in
general
,
and
did
not
account
for
the
action
of
any
such
unknown
quantity
as
love
,
for
example
—
why
Mr
Cavendish
should
conceal
himself
so
carefully
from
society
in
Carlingford
,
and
yet
run
all
the
risk
of
meeting
Barbara
Lake
in
the
evenings
.
It
seemed
to
Lucilla
inconceivable
,
and
yet
it
was
impossible
not
to
believe
it
.
Mr
Cavendish
,
though
she
had
seen
him
on
the
very
verge
of
a
proposal
,
did
not
present
himself
to
her
mind
in
the
aspect
of
a
man
who
would
consider
the
world
well
lost
for
any
such
transitory
passion
;
neither
,
as
was
natural
,
did
Barbara
Lake
appear
to
Lucilla
the
least
like
a
person
calculated
to
call
forth
that
sentiment
;
but
nevertheless
it
must
be
true
,
and
the
only
way
to
account
for
it
was
by
thinking
,
after
all
,
what
fools
They
were
,
and
what
poor
judges
,
and
how
little
to
be
depended
on
,
when
women
were
concerned
.
Miss
Marjoribanks
was
determined
to
lose
no
more
time
,
but
to
speak
to
Mr
Cavendish
,
if
it
was
Mr
Cavendish
,
and
she
could
get
the
chance
,
quite
plainly
of
the
situation
of
affairs
—
to
let
him
know
how
much
she
knew
,
and
to
spur
him
up
to
come
forward
like
a
man
and
brave
anything
the
Archdeacon
could
do
.
Had
it
been
any
small
personal
aim
that
moved
Lucilla
,
no
doubt
she
would
have
shrunk
from
such
a
decided
step
;
but
it
was
,
on
the
contrary
,
the
broadest
philanthropical
combination
of
Christian
principles
,
help
to
the
weak
and
succour
to
the
oppressed
,
and
a
little
,
just
a
very
little
,
of
the
equally
Evangelical
idea
of
humbling
the
proud
and
bringing
down
the
mighty
.
She
was
so
much
occupied
with
her
plans
that
it
was
with
a
little
difficulty
she
roused
herself
to
keep
up
the
conversation
with
her
father
at
dinner
,
and
be
as
amusing
and
agreeable
as
ordinary
;
which
indeed
was
more
than
ordinarily
her
duty
,
since
Dr
Marjoribanks
came
in
,
in
a
fractious
and
disturbed
state
of
mind
,
discontented
with
things
in
general
.
The
truth
was
,
he
had
got
a
letter
from
Tom
Marjoribanks
from
India
,
where
that
unlucky
man
had
gone
.
It
was
all
very
well
and
natural
to
go
to
India
,
and
Lucilla
had
felt
,
indeed
,
rather
satisfied
with
herself
for
having
helped
forward
that
desirable
conclusion
,
especially
after
the
Doctor
had
taken
pains
to
explain
to
her
,
not
knowing
that
she
had
any
share
in
it
,
that
it
was
the
very
best
thing
for
Tom
to
do
.
For
it
has
been
already
said
that
Dr
Marjoribanks
,
though
he
liked
Tom
,
and
thought
it
very
odd
that
Providence
should
have
given
the
girl
to
him
,
and
the
boy
to
his
incapable
sister-in-law
,
who
did
not
in
the
least
know
how
to
manage
him
,
had
no
desire
to
have
his
nephew
for
a
son-in-law
.
Going
to
India
was
very
right
and
proper
,
and
the
best
thing
to
do
;
for
a
man
might
get
on
there
,
even
at
the
bar
,
who
would
have
no
chance
here
;
but
after
he
had
made
one
step
in
the
right
direction
,
it
was
only
to
be
expected
that
all
sorts
of
misfortunes
should
happen
to
Tom
.
He
was
wrecked
,
which
might
have
been
looked
for
,
and
he
lost
his
boxes
,
with
the
greater
part
of
his
outfit
,
either
at
that
unhappy
moment
,
or
in
the
Desert
,
or
at
an
after
part
of
his
unlucky
career
;
and
the
object
of
the
letter
which
Dr
Marjoribanks
had
just
received
was
to
get
money
to
make
up
for
his
losses
.
Tom
,
who
was
a
very
good
son
,
did
not
want
to
vex
his
mother
,
and
accordingly
it
was
his
uncle
whom
he
applied
to
,
to
sell
out
a
portion
of
the
money
he
had
in
the
Funds
.
"
She
would
think
I
was
ruined
,
or
that
it
was
my
fault
,
or
at
least
that
I
meant
to
spend
all
my
money
,
"
wrote
Tom
,
"
and
you
understand
,
uncle
,
that
it
is
not
my
fault
.
"
"
Confound
him
!
it
is
never
his
fault
,
"
said
Dr
Marjoribanks
,
as
if
that
could
possibly
be
brought
against
the
unfortunate
young
man
as
a
crime
.
"
No
,
papa
,
it
is
his
luck
,
"
said
Lucilla
;
"
poor
Tom
!
—
but
I
should
not
like
to
take
a
passage
in
the
same
boat
with
him
if
I
was
the
other
people
.
Though
I
am
sure
he
is
not
a
bit
to
blame
.
"
"
I
hope
he
does
not
mean
to
go
on
like
this
,
"
said
the
Doctor
.
"
He
will
soon
make
ducks
and
drakes
of
his
five
thousand
pounds
.
A
young
fellow
like
that
ought
to
mind
what
he
's
doing
.
It
is
a
great
deal
easier
to
throw
money
away
than
to
lay
it
by
.
"
"
Papa
,
it
is
his
luck
,
"
said
Miss
Marjoribanks
;
"
it
is
all
put
into
a
system
in
political
economy
,
you
know
.
For
my
part
,
I
am
always
the
other
way
.
It
is
very
funny
before
you
get
used
to
it
;
but
you
know
there
has
to
be
a
balance
in
everything
,
and
that
is
how
it
must
be
.
"
"
I
do
n't
think
it
at
all
funny
,
"
said
Dr
Marjoribanks
,
"
unless
your
good
luck
and
his
bad
were
to
be
joined
together
;
which
is
not
an
expedient
I
fancy
.
"
When
he
said
this
the
Doctor
gave
a
sharp
glance
at
his
daughter
,
to
see
if
by
chance
that
might
perhaps
be
what
she
was
thinking
of
;
but
naturally
the
maiden
candour
and
unsuspecting
innocence
of
Lucilla
was
proof
to
such
glances
.
She
took
no
notice
at
all
of
the
implied
suspicion
.
But
though
it
was
very
absurd
for
anybody
to
think
that
she
would
have
married
him
,
it
was
not
in
Miss
Marjoribanks
's
nature
to
be
disloyal
to
Tom
.
"
I
think
he
is
quite
right
about
his
mother
,
papa
,
"
said
Lucilla
;
"
she
would
never
understand
it
,
you
know
;
she
would
think
the
world
was
coming
to
an
end
.
I
would
not
for
anything
take
a
passage
in
the
same
boat
with
him
,
but
he
is
nice
in
his
way
,
poor
fellow
!
I
wonder
what
he
has
ever
done
to
have
such
dreadful
luck
—
but
I
hope
you
are
going
to
do
what
he
asks
you
:
"
and
with
this
calm
expression
of
her
interest
Miss
Marjoribanks
went
upstairs
.
When
the
Doctor
became
thus
aware
of
his
daughter
's
sentiments
,
it
seemed
to
him
that
he
was
more
at
liberty
to
be
kind
to
his
nephew
.
He
had
never
been
able
to
divest
himself
of
a
little
lurking
dread
,
an
inherent
idea
which
was
so
obstinate
that
it
felt
like
a
prophecy
,
that
somehow
or
other
,
after
costing
her
father
so
much
,
and
making
such
a
difference
in
the
house
,
Lucilla
,
who
on
the
whole
was
a
dear
production
,
would
fall
to
Tom
's
share
,
with
all
Dr
Marjoribanks
's
other
possessions
;
and
the
Doctor
saw
no
reason
why
he
should
work
and
lay
up
money
for
a
boy
whom
Providence
,
with
a
wonderful
want
of
discrimination
,
had
bestowed
,
not
upon
him
,
but
upon
Mrs
John
Marjoribanks
.
However
,
when
that
question
was
settled
and
done
with
,
his
heart
began
to
relent
to
Tom
the
unlucky
,
who
,
after
all
,
when
the
son-in-law
hypothesis
was
fully
dismissed
,
was
his
natural
born
nephew
,
and
,
as
Lucilla
said
,
very
nice
in
his
way
,
poor
fellow
!
The
Doctor
began
to
write
him
a
letter
,
and
softened
more
and
more
with
every
line
he
wrote
;
but
as
for
Lucilla
,
she
had
something
more
immediately
important
to
occupy
her
upstairs
.
The
fact
was
that
Miss
Marjoribanks
had
found
a
shadowy
figure
in
black
in
the
corner
of
one
of
the
sofas
when
she
came
into
the
drawing-room
—
a-figure
with
a
veil
down
,
and
a
large
shawl
,
and
a
tremulous
air
.
It
was
very
seldom
that
Mrs
Mortimer
took
courage
to
visit
her
young
patroness
;
and
to
go
out
at
night
,
except
sometimes
to
Salem
Chapel
when
there
was
a
meeting
,
and
when
the
timid
woman
represented
to
herself
that
it
was
her
duty
,
was
a
thing
unknown
to
her
.
But
yet
,
nevertheless
,
it
was
Mrs
Mortimer
who
sat
waiting
for
Lucilla
.
They
had
not
met
since
that
momentous
interview
in
which
the
widow
revealed
her
history
to
Miss
Marjoribanks
's
sympathetic
ears
,
and
the
poor
woman
had
been
able
to
bear
no
longer
the
solitude
of
her
cottage
,
and
her
garden-walls
,
and
her
little
pupils
,
and
Mary
Jane
.
To
know
that
something
was
going
on
outside
that
concerned
her
—
to
hear
the
waves
,
as
it
were
,
beating
round
the
walls
of
her
prison
,
and
never
to
have
even
so
much
as
a
peep
at
them
,
what
they
were
about
,
if
the
tide
was
beginning
to
turn
,
or
the
wind
to
change
,
or
the
lifeboat
to
appear
—
was
more
than
Mrs
Mortimer
,
even
with
all
her
training
to
patience
,
could
put
up
with
;
and
accordingly
she
had
made
a
frantic
rush
out
,
under
cover
of
night
,
to
see
if
there
was
anything
to
see
,
and
hear
if
there
was
anything
to
hear
.
"
You
do
n't
know
how
dreadful
it
