tothat
sort
of
thing
often
himself
,
and
rather
liked
it
,
and
did
not
think
of
any
afterwards
;
but
perhaps
the
case
of
a
weak
woman
was
different
,
or
perhaps
it
was
only
that
he
happened
to
be
after
his
downfall
in
a
pathetic
and
reflective
state
of
mind
.
"
Afterwards
?
"
said
Mrs
Mortimer
.
She
did
not
take
the
word
in
any
religious
or
philosophical
,
but
in
its
merest
matter-of-fact
meaning
,
and
she
was
sadly
hurt
and
wounded
to
see
that
he
had
not
even
noticed
what
she
said
,
much
as
she
had
been
ashamed
of
saying
it
.
She
drew
away
her
hand
with
a
quick
movement
of
despite
and
mortification
,
which
filled
Mr
Beverley
with
surprise
.
"
Afterwards
I
shall
go
back
to
my
little
house
and
my
school
,
and
shut
myself
in
,
and
never
,
never
come
back
again
,
you
may
be
sure
,
"
said
the
widow
,
with
a
rush
of
tears
to
her
eyes
.
Why
they
did
not
fall
,
or
how
she
kept
herself
from
fainting
—
she
who
fainted
so
easily
—
she
never
,
on
reviewing
the
circumstances
,
could
tell
;
and
Miss
Marjoribanks
always
attributed
it
to
the
fact
that
she
was
absent
,
and
there
was
no
eau-de-Cologne
on
the
table
.
But
whatever
the
cause
might
be
,
Mrs
Mortimer
did
not
faint
;
and
perhaps
there
never
was
anything
so
like
despair
and
bitterness
as
at
that
moment
in
her
mild
little
feminine
soul
.
"
Never
come
back
again
?
"
said
the
Archdeacon
,
rousing
up
a
little
;
and
then
he
put
out
his
large
hand
and
took
back
the
other
,
as
if
it
had
been
a
pencil
or
a
book
that
he
had
lost
.
All
this
,
let
it
be
known
,
was
well
in
the
shadow
,
and
could
not
be
seen
by
the
world
in
general
to
teach
the
young
people
a
bad
lesson
.
"
Why
should
not
you
come
back
?
I
am
going
away
too
,
"
said
Mr
Beverley
;
and
he
stopped
short
,
and
resisted
the
effort
his
prisoner
made
to
withdraw
.
Oddly
enough
at
that
moment
his
Rectory
rose
suddenly
before
him
as
in
a
vision
—
his
Rectory
,
all
handsome
and
sombre
,
without
a
soul
in
it
,
room
after
room
uninhabited
,
and
not
a
sound
to
be
heard
,
except
that
of
his
own
foot
or
his
servant
's
.
It
was
curious
what
connection
there
could
be
between
that
and
the
garden
,
with
its
four
walls
,
and
the
tiny
cottage
covered
with
wistaria
.
Such
as
it
was
,
it
moved
the
Archdeacon
to
a
singular
,
and
,
considering
the
place
and
moment
,
rather
indecorous
proceeding
.
Instead
of
contenting
himself
with
the
resisting
hand
,
he
drew
the
widow
's
arm
within
his
as
they
sat
together
.
"
I
'll
tell
you
what
we
must
do
,
Helen
,
"
he
said
confidentially
—
"
we
must
go
back
to
Basing
together
,
you
and
I
.
I
do
n't
see
the
good
of
leaving
you
by
yourself
here
.
You
can
make
what
alterations
you
like
when
you
get
to
the
Rectory
;
and
I
shall
let
that
—
that
person
alone
,
if
you
wish
it
,
with
his
ill-gotten
gear
.
He
will
never
come
to
any
good
,
"
said
the
Archdeacon
,
with
some
satisfaction
;
and
then
he
added
in
a
parenthesis
,
as
if
she
had
expressed
some
ridiculous
doubt
on
the
subject
,
"
Of
course
I
mean
that
we
should
be
married
before
we
go
away
.
"
It
was
in
this
rapid
and
summary
manner
that
the
whole
business
was
settled
.
Naturally
his
companion
had
nothing
to
say
against
such
a
reasonable
arrangement
.
She
had
never
contradicted
him
in
her
life
about
anything
but
one
thing
;
and
that
being
set
aside
,
there
was
no
possible
reason
why
she
should
begin
now
.
Chapter
XXXIV
This
was
how
the
crisis
came
to
an
end
,
which
had
been
of
so
much
interest
to
the
parties
immediately
affected
.
Mrs
Woodburn
had
one
of
her
nervous
attacks
next
morning
,
and
was
very
ill
,
and
alarmed
Dr
Marjoribanks
;
but
at
her
very
worst
moment
the
incorrigible
mimic
convulsed
her
anxious
medical
adviser
and
all
her
attendants
by
a
sudden
adoption
of
the
character
of
Mrs
Mortimer
,
whom
she
must
have
made
a
careful
study
of
the
previous
night
.
"
Tell
him
to
tell
him
to
go
downstairs
,
"
cried
the
half-dead
patient
;
"
I
want
to
speak
to
him
,
and
he
is
not
to
hear
;
—
if
he
were
not
so
thoughtless
,
he
would
offer
him
some
lunch
at
least
,
"
Mrs
Woodburn
said
pathetically
,
with
closed
eyes
and
a
face
as
pale
as
death
.
"
She
never
did
anything
better
in
her
life
,
"
Dr
Marjoribanks
said
afterwards
;
and
Mr
Woodburn
,
who
was
fond
of
his
wife
in
his
way
,
and
had
been
crying
over
her
,
burst
into
such
an
explosion
of
laughter
that
all
the
servants
were
scandalised
.
And
the
patient
improved
from
that
moment
.
She
was
perfectly
well
and
in
the
fullest
force
a
week
afterwards
,
when
she
came
to
see
Lucilla
,
who
had
also
been
slightly
indisposed
for
a
day
or
two
.
When
Thomas
had
shut
the
door
,
and
the
two
were
quite
alone
,
Mrs
Woodburn
hugged
Miss
Marjoribanks
with
a
fervour
which
up
to
that
moment
she
had
never
exhibited
.
"
It
was
only
necessary
that
we
should
get
into
full
sympathy
with
each
other
as
human
creatures
,
"
she
said
,
lifting
her
finger
like
the
Archdeacon
;
and
for
all
the
rest
of
that
autumn
and
winter
Mrs
Woodburn
kept
society
in
Carlingford
in
a
state
of
inextinguishable
laughter
.
The
odd
thing
was
that
Miss
Marjoribanks
,
who
had
been
one
of
her
favourite
characters
,
disappeared
almost
entirely
from
her
repertory
.
Not
quite
altogether
,
because
there
were
moments
of
supreme
temptation
which
the
mimic
could
not
resist
;
but
as
a
general
rule
Lucilla
was
the
only
woman
in
Carlingford
who
escaped
the
universal
critic
.
No
sort
of
acknowledgment
passed
between
them
of
the
obligations
one
had
to
the
other
,
and
,
what
was
still
more
remarkable
,
no
discussion
of
the
terrible
evening
when
Lucilla
had
held
the
Archdeacon
with
her
eye
,
and
prevented
the
volcano
from
exploding
.
Perhaps
Mrs
Woodburn
,
for
her
part
,
would
have
been
pleased
to
have
had
such
an
explanation
,
but
Miss
Marjoribanks
knew
better
.
She
knew
it
was
best
not
to
enter
upon
confidences
which
neither
could
ever
forget
,
and
which
might
prevent
them
meeting
with
ease
in
the
midst
of
the
little
world
which
knew
nothing
about
it
.
What
Lucilla
knew
,
she
knew
,
and
could
keep
to
herself
;
but
she
felt
at
the
same
time
that
it
was
best
to
have
no
expansions
on
the
subject
.
She
kept
it
all
to
herself
,
and
made
the
arrangements
for
Mrs
Mortimer
's
marriage
,
and
took
charge
of
everything
.
Everybody
said
that
nothing
could
be
more
perfect
than
the
bride
's
toilette
,
which
was
as
nice
as
could
be
,
and
yet
not
like
a
real
bride
after
all
;
a
difference
which
was
only
proper
under
the
circumstances
;
for
she
was
married
in
lavender
,
poor
soul
,
as
was
to
be
expected
.
"
You
have
not
gone
off
the
least
bit
in
the
world
,
and
it
is
quite
a
pleasure
to
see
you
,
"
Lucilla
said
,
as
she
kissed
her
that
morning
—
and
naturally
all
Carlingford
knew
that
it
was
owing
to
her
goodness
that
the
widow
had
been
taken
care
of
and
provided
for
,
and
saved
up
for
the
Archdeacon
.
Miss
Marjoribanks
,
in
short
,
presided
over
the
ceremony
as
if
she
had
been
Mrs
Mortimer
's
mother
,
and
superintended
the
wedding
breakfast
,
and
made
herself
agreeable
to
everybody
.
And
in
the
meantime
,
before
the
marriage
took
place
,
most
people
in
Carlingford
availed
themselves
of
the
opportunity
of
calling
on
Mrs
Mortimer
.
"
If
she
should
happen
to
be
the
future
bishop
's
lady
,
and
none
of
us
ever
to
have
taken
any
notice
of
her
,
"
somebody
said
,
with
natural
dismay
.
Lucilla
did
not
discourage
the
practical
result
of
this
suggestion
,
but
she
felt
an
instinctive
certainty
in
her
mind
that
now
Mr
Beverley
would
never
be
bishop
of
Carlingford
,
and
indeed
that
the
chances
were
Carlingford
would
never
be
elevated
into
a
bishopric
at
all
.
It
was
not
until
after
the
marriage
that
Mr
Cavendish
went
away
.
To
be
sure
,
he
was
not
absolutely
present
at
the
ceremony
,
but
there
can
be
no
doubt
that
the
magnificent
parure
which
Mrs
Mortimer
received
the
evening
before
her
marriage
,
"
from
an
old
friend
,
"
which
made
everybody
's
mouth
water
,
and
which
she
herself
contemplated
with
mingled
admiration
and
dismay
,
was
sent
by
Mr
Cavendish
.
"
Do
you
think
it
could
be
from
him
;
or
only
from
him
?
"
the
bride
said
,
bewildered
and
bewildering
.
"
I
am
sure
he
might
have
known
I
never
should
require
anything
so
splendid
.
"
But
Lucilla
,
for
her
part
,
had
no
doubt
whatever
on
the
subject
;
and
the
perfect
good
taste
of
the
offering
made
Miss
Marjoribanks
sigh
,
thinking
once
more
how
much
that
was
admirable
was
wasted
by
the
fatal
obstacle
which
prevented
Mr
Cavendish
from
aspiring
to
anybody
higher
than
Barbara
Lake
.
As
for
the
Archdeacon
,
he
too
found
it
very
easy
to
satisfy
his
mind
as
to
the
donor
of
the
emeralds
.
He
put
them
away
from
him
severely
,
and
did
not
condescend
to
throw
a
second
glance
at
their
deceitful
splendour
.
"
Women
are
curiously
constituted
,
"
said
Mr
Beverley
,
who
was
still
at
the
height
of
superiority
,
though
he
was
a
bridegroom
.
"
I
suppose
those
sort
of
things
give
them
pleasure
—
things
which
neither
satisfy
the
body
nor
delight
the
soul
.
"
"
If
it
had
been
something
to
eat
,
would
it
have
pleased
you
better
?
"
said
Lucilla
,
moved
for
once
in
her
life
to
be
impertinent
,
like
an
ordinary
girl
.
For
really
when
a
man
showed
himself
so
idiotic
as
to
despise
a
beautiful
set
of
emeralds
,
it
went
beyond
even
the
well-known
tolerance
and
compassionate
good-humour
with
which
Miss
Marjoribanks
regarded
the
vagaries
of
"
the
gentlemen
.
"
There
is
a
limit
in
all
things
,
and
this
was
going
too
far
.
"
I
said
,
to
satisfy
the
body
,
Miss
Marjoribanks
,
"
said
the
Archdeacon
,
"
which
is
an
office
very
temporarily
and
inadequately
performed
by
something
to
eat
.
I
prefer
the
welfare
of
my
fellow-creatures
to
a
few
glittering
stones
—
even
when
they
are
round
Her
neck
,
"
Mr
Beverley
added
,
with
a
little
concession
to
the
circumstances
.
"
Jewellery
is
robbery
in
a
great
town
where
there
is
always
so
much
to
be
done
,
and
so
little
means
of
doing
it
;
to
secure
health
to
the
people
,
and
education
—
—
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
Miss
Marjoribanks
,
who
knew
in
her
heart
that
the
Archdeacon
was
afraid
of
her
.
"
It
is
so
nice
of
you
not
to
say
any
of
those
dreadful
sanitary
words
—
and
I
am
sure
you
could
make
something
very
nasty
and
disagreeable
with
that
diamond
of
yours
.
It
is
a
beautiful
diamond
;
if
I
were
Helen
I
should
make
you
give
it
me
,
"
said
Lucilla
sweetly
;
and
the
Archdeacon
was
so
much
frightened
by
the
threat
that
he
turned
his
ring
instinctively
,
and
quenched
the
glitter
of
the
diamond
in
his
closed
hand
.
"
It
was
a
present
,
"
he
said
hastily
,
and
went
away
to
seek
some
better
occupation
than
tilting
with
the
womankind
,
who
naturally
had
possession
of
the
bride
's
little
house
and
everything
in
it
at
that
interesting
moment
.
It
was
the
last
evening
of
Lucilla
's
reign
,
and
she
was
disposed
to
take
the
full
good
of
it
.
And
though
Mrs
Mortimer
's
trousseau
was
modest
,
and
not
,
as
Lydia
Brown
repeated
,
like
that
of
a
real
bride
,
it
was
still
voluminous
enough
to
fill
the
room
to
overflowing
,
where
it
was
all
being
sorted
and
packed
under
Miss
Marjoribanks
's
eye
.
"
It
is
a
very
nice
diamond
indeed
,
"
said
Lucilla
;
"
if
I
were
you
I
would
certainly
make
him
give
it
to
me
—
rings
are
no
good
to
a
gentleman
.
They
never
have
nice
hands
,
you
know
—
though
indeed
when
they
have
nice
hands
,
"
said
Miss
Marjoribanks
reflectively
,
"
it
is
a
great
deal
worse
,
for
they
keep
always
thrusting
them
under
your
very
eyes
.
It
is
curious
why
They
should
be
so
vain
.
They
talk
of
women
!
"
Lucilla
added
,
with
natural
derision
;
"
but
,
my
dear
,
if
I
were
you
I
would
make
him
give
it
me
;
a
nice
diamond
is
always
a
nice
thing
to
have
.
"
"
Lucilla
,
"
said
the
widow
,
"
I
am
sure
I
do
n't
know
how
to
thank
you
for
all
you
have
done
for
me
;
but
,
dear
,
if
you
please
,
I
would
not
talk
like
that
!
The
gentlemen
laugh
,
but
I
am
sure
they
do
n't
like
it
all
the
same
;
"
for
indeed
the
bride
thought
it
her
duty
,
having
won
the
prize
in
her
own
person
,
to
point
out
to
her
young
friend
how
,
to
attain
the
same
end
,
she
ought
to
behave
.
Miss
Marjoribanks
did
not
laugh
,
for
her
sense
of
humour
,
as
has
been
said
,
was
not
strong
,
but
she
kissed
her
friend
with
protecting
tenderness
.
"
My
dear
,
if
that
had
been
what
I
was
thinking
of
I
need
never
have
come
home
,
"
said
Lucilla
;
and
her
superiority
was
so
calm
and
serene
,
that
Mrs
Mortimer
felt
entirely
ashamed
of
herself
for
making
the
suggestion
.
The
widow
was
simple-minded
,
and
,
like
most
other
women
,
it
gratified
her
to
believe
that
here
and
there
,
as
in
Miss
Marjoribanks
's
case
,
there
existed
one
who
was
utterly
indifferent
to
the
gentlemen
,
and
did
not
care
whether
they
were
pleased
or
not
;
which
restored
a
little
the
balance
of
the
world
to
the
widow-bride
,
who
felt
with
shame
that
she
cared
a
great
deal
,
and
was
quite
incapable
of
such
virtue
.
As
for
Lucilla
herself
,
she
was
not
at
that
moment
in
conscious
enjoyment
of
the
strength
of
mind
for
which
her
friend
gave
her
credit
.
On
the
contrary
,
she
could
not
help
a
certain
sense
of
surprised
depression
as
she
superintended
the
packing
of
the
boxes
.
The
man
had
had
it
in
his
power
to
propose
to
her
,
and
he
was
going
to
be
married
to
Mrs
Mortimer
!
It
was
not
that
Lucilla
was
wounded
or
disappointed
,
but
that
she
felt
it
as
a
wonderful
proof
of
the
imperfection
and
weakness
of
human
nature
.
Even
in
the
nineteenth
century
,
which
has
learnt
so
much
,
such
a
thing
was
possible
!
It
filled
her
with
a
gentle
sadness
as
she
had
the
things
put
in
,
and
saw
the
emeralds
safely
deposited
in
their
resting-place
.
Not
that
she
cared
for
the
Archdeacon
,
who
had
thus
disposed
of
himself
;
but
still
it
was
a
curious
fact
that
such
a
thing
could
be
.
Altogether
it
must
be
admitted
that
at
this
special
moment
Miss
Marjoribanks
occupied
a
difficult
position
.
She
had
given
the
Archdeacon
to
understand
that
Mr
Cavendish
was
a
"
very
particular
friend
"
;
and
even
when
the
danger
was
past
,
Lucilla
scorned
to
acknowledge
her
pious
prevarications
.
During
all
this
interval
she
continued
so
gracious
to
him
that
everybody
was
puzzled
,
and
Mrs
Woodburn
even
insisted
on
her
brother
,
after
all
,
making
his
proposal
,
which
would
be
better
late
than
never
.
"
I
am
sure
she
is
fond
of
you
,
"
said
the
softened
mimic
,
"
and
that
sort
of
thing
does
n't
matter
to
a
woman
as
it
does
to
a
man
;
"
for
it
has
been
already
said
that
Mrs
Woodburn
,
notwithstanding
her
knack
of
external
discrimination
,
had
very
little
real
knowledge
of
character
.
And
even
at
moments
,
Mr
Cavendish
himself
,
who
ought
to
have
known
better
,
was
half
tempted
to
believe
that
Lucilla
meant
it
.
The
effect
upon
Dr
Marjoribanks
was
still
more
decided
.
He
thought
he
saw
in
his
daughter
the
indications
of
that
weakness
which
is
sometimes
so
surprising
in
women
,
and
it
disturbed
the
Doctor
's
serenity
;
and
he
actually
tried
to
snub
Lucilla
on
sundry
occasions
,
with
that
wonderful
fatuity
which
is
common
to
men
.
"
I
hope
when
this
marriage
is
over
people
will
recover
their
senses
.
I
hear
of
nothing
else
,
"
Dr
Marjoribanks
said
one
day
at
dessert
,
when
they
were
alone
.
He
took
some
chestnuts
as
he
spoke
,
and
burned
his
fingers
,
which
did
not
improve
his
temper
.
"
That
sort
of
rubbish
,
I
suppose
,
is
much
more
interesting
than
attending
to
your
natural
duties
,
"
the
Doctor
added
morosely
,
which
was
not
a
kind
of
address
which
Miss
Marjoribanks
was
used
to
hear
.
"
Dear
papa
,
"
said
Lucilla
,
"
if
I
attended
to
my
duties
ever
so
much
I
could
not
keep
you
from
burning
your
fingers
.
There
are
some
things
that
people
must
do
for
themselves
,
"
the
dutiful
daughter
added
,
with
a
sigh
.
Nobody
could
doubt
who
knew
Lucilla
that
she
would
have
gladly
taken
the
world
on
her
shoulders
,
and
saved
everybody
from
those
little
misadventures
;
but
how
could
she
help
it
if
people
absolutely
would
not
take
care
of
themselves
?
The
Doctor
smiled
grimly
,
but
he
was
not
satisfied
.
He
was
,
on
the
contrary
,
furious
in
a
quiet
way
.
"
I
do
n't
need
at
this
time
of
day
to
be
told
how
clever
you
are
,
Lucilla
,
"
said
her
father
;
"
and
I
thought
you
had
been
superior
to
the
ordinary
folly
of
women
—
—
"
"
Papa
,
for
Heaven
's
sake
!
"
cried
Miss
Marjoribanks
.
She
was
really
alarmed
this
time
,
and
she
did
not
hesitate
to
let
it
be
apparent
.
"
I
do
not
mean
to
say
that
I
always
do
precisely
what
I
ought
to
do
,
"
said
Lucilla
;
"
nobody
does
that
I
know
of
;
but
I
am
sure
I
never
did
anything
to
deserve
that
.
I
never
was
superior
,
and
I
hope
I
never
shall
be
;
and
I
know
I
never
pretended
to
it
,
"
she
said
,
with
natural
horror
;
for
the
accusation
,
as
everybody
will
perceive
,
was
hard
to
bear
.
The
Doctor
laughed
again
,
but
with
increased
severity
.
"
We
understand
all
that
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
am
not
in
the
secret
of
your
actions
,
Lucilla
.
I
do
n't
know
what
you
intend
,
or
how
far
you
mean
to
go
.
The
only
thing
I
know
is
that
I
see
that
young
fellow
Cavendish
a
great
deal
oftener
in
the
house
and
about
it
than
I
care
to
see
him
;
and
I
have
had
occasion
to
say
the
same
thing
before
.
I
know
nothing
about
his
means
,
"
said
Dr
Marjoribanks
;
"
his
property
may
be
in
the
Funds
,
but
I
think
it
a
great
deal
more
likely
that
he
speculates
.
I
have
worked
hard
for
my
money
,
and
I
do
n't
mean
it
to
go
in
that
way
,
Lucilla
.
I
repeat
,
I
am
not
in
the
secret
of
your
proceedings
—
—
"
"
Dear
papa
!
as
if
there
was
any
secret
,
"
said
Lucilla
,
fixing
her
candid
eyes
upon
her
father
's
face
.
"
I
might
pretend
I
did
not
understand
you
if
there
was
anything
in
what
you
say
,
but
I
never
go
upon
false
pretences
when
I
can
help
it
.
I
am
very
fond
of
Mr
Cavendish
,
"
she
continued
regretfully
,
after
a
pause
.
"
There
is
nobody
in
Carlingford
that
is
so
nice
;
but
I
do
n't
see
whom
he
can
marry
except
Barbara
Lake
.
"
Miss
Marjoribanks
would
have
scorned
to
conceal
the
unfeigned
regret
which
filled
her
mind
when
she
uttered
these
words
.
"
I
am
dreadfully
sorry
,
but
I
do
n't
see
anything
that
can
be
done
for
him
,
"
she
said
,
and
sighed
once
more
.
As
for
the
Doctor
,
he
forgot
all
about
his
chestnuts
,
and
sat
and
stared
at
her
,
thinking
in
his
ignorance
that
it
was
a
piece
of
acting
,
and
not
knowing
whether
to
be
angry
or
to
yield
to
the
amusement
which
began
to
rise
in
his
breast
.
"
He
may
marry
half
a
dozen
Barbara
Lakes
,
"
said
Dr
Marjoribanks
,
"
and
I
do
n't
see
what
reason
we
should
have
to
interfere
:
so
long
as
he
does
n't
want
to
marry
you
—
—
"
"
That
would
be
impossible
,
papa
,
"
said
Lucilla
,
with
pensive
gravity
.
"
I
am
sure
I
am
very
,
very
sorry
.
She
has
a
very
nice
voice
,
but
a
man
ca
n't
marry
a
voice
,
you
know
;
and
if
there
was
anything
that
I
could
do
—
—
I
am
not
sure
that
he
ever
wished
for
that
either
,
"
Miss
Marjoribanks
added
,
with
her
usual
candour
.
"
It
is
odd
,
but
for
all
that
it
is
true
.
"
For
it
was
a
moment
of
emotion
,
and
she
could
not
help
giving
utterance
to
the
surprise
with
which
this
consideration
naturally
filled
her
mind
.
"
What
is
odd
,
and
what
is
true
?
"
said
Dr
Marjoribanks
,
growing
more
and
more
bewildered
.
But
Lucilla
only
put
aside
her
plate
and
got
up
from
her
chair
.
"
Not
any
more
wine
,
thank
you
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
know
you
do
n't
want
me
any
more
,
and
I
have
so
much
to
do
.
I
hope
you
will
let
me
invite
Barbara
here
when
they
are
married
,
and
pay
her
a
little
attention
;
for
nobody
likes
her
in
Grange
Lane
,
and
it
would
be
so
hard
upon
him
.
The
more
I
think
of
it
,
the
more
sorry
I
am
,
"
said
Lucilla
;
"
he
deserved
better
,
papa
;
but
as
for
me
,
everybody
knows
what
is
my
object
in
life
.
"
Thus
Miss
Marjoribanks
left
the
table
,
leaving
her
father
in
a
singular
state
of
satisfaction
and
surprise
.
He
did
not
believe
a
word
of
what
she
had
been
saying
,
with
that
curious
perversity
common
to
the
people
who
surrounded
Lucilla
,
and
which
arose
not
so
much
from
doubt
of
her
veracity
as
from
sheer
excess
of
confidence
in
her
powers
.
He
thought
she
had
foiled
him
in
a
masterly
manner
,
and
that
she
was
only
,
as
people
say
,
amusing
herself
,
and
had
no
serious
intentions
;
and
he
laughed
quietly
to
himself
when
she
left
him
,
in
the
satisfaction
of
finding
there
was
nothing
in
it
.
Miss
Marjoribanks
,
for
her
part
,
went
on
tranquilly
with
the
arrangements
for
the
marriage
;
one
by
one
she
was
disembarrassing
herself
from
the
complications
which
had
grown
round
her
during
the
first
year
of
her
reign
in
Carlingford
;
and
now
only
the
last
links
of
the
difficulty
remained
to
be
unrolled
.
The
explanation
she
had
with
Mr
Cavendish
himself
was
in
every
way
more
interesting
.
It
happened
pretty
late
one
evening
,
when
Lucilla
was
returning
with
her
maid
from
the
widow
's
little
cottage
,
which
was
so
soon
to
be
deserted
.
She
was
just
at
that
moment
thinking
of
the
wistaria
which
had
grown
so
nicely
,
and
of
all
the
trouble
she
had
taken
with
the
garden
.
Nobody
could
tell
who
might
come
into
it
now
,
after
she
had
done
so
much
for
it
;
and
Miss
Marjoribanks
could
not
but
have
a
momentary
sense
that
,
on
the
whole
,
it
was
a
little
ungrateful
on
the
part
of
Mrs
Mortimer
,
when
everybody
had
taken
such
pains
to
make
her
comfortable
.
At
this
moment
,
indeed
,
Lucilla
was
slightly
given
to
moralising
,
though
with
her
usual
wisdom
she
kept
her
meditations
to
herself
.
She
was
thinking
with
a
momentary
vexation
of
all
the
plants
that
had
been
put
into
the
beds
,
and
of
so
much
time
and
trouble
lost
—
when
Mr
Cavendish
came
up
to
her
.
It
was
a
cold
evening
,
and
there
was
nothing
in
common
between
this
walk
and
the
walk
they
had
taken
together
from
Grove
Street
to
Grange
Lane
on
an
earlier
occasion
.
But
this
time
,
so
far
from
being
reluctant
to
accompany
her
,
Mr
Cavendish
came
to
her
side
eagerly
.
The
maid
retired
a
little
behind
,
and
then
the
two
found
themselves
in
that
most
perfect
of
all
positions
for
mutual
confidence
—
a
street
not
too
crowded
and
noisy
,
all
shrouded
in
the
darkness
,
and
yet
twinkling
with
the
friendly
lights
of
an
autumn
evening
.
Nothing
could
have
been
more
perfect
than
their
isolation
from
the
surrounding
world
,
if
they
thought
proper
to
isolate
themselves
;
and
yet
it
was
always
there
to
be
taken
refuge
in
if
the
confidence
should
receive
a
check
,
or
the
mind
of
the
chance
companions
change
.
"
I
have
been
trying
to
catch
a
glimpse
of
you
for
a
long
time
,
"
said
Mr
Cavendish
,
after
they
had
talked
a
little
in
the
ordinary
way
,
as
everybody
was
doing
in
Grange
Lane
,
about
the
two
people
henceforward
to
be
known
in
Carlingford
as
"
the
Beverleys
.
"
"
But
you
are
always
so
busy
serving
everybody
.
And
I
have
a
great
deal
to
say
to
you
that
I
do
n't
know
how
to
say
.
"
"
Then
do
n't
say
it
,
please
,
"
said
Lucilla
.
"
It
is
a
great
deal
better
not
.
It
might
be
funny
,
you
know
;
but
I
am
not
disposed
to
be
funny
to-night
.
I
am
very
glad
about
Mrs
Mortimer
,
to
be
sure
,
that
she
is
to
be
settled
so
nicely
,
and
that
they
are
going
to
be
married
at
last
.
But
,
after
all
,
when
one
thinks
of
it
,
it
is
a
little
vexatious
.
Just
when
her
house
was
all
put
to
rights
,
and
the
garden
looking
so
pretty
,
and
the
school
promising
so
well
,
"
said
Lucilla
;
and
there
was
a
certain
aggrieved
tone
in
her
voice
.
"
And
it
is
you
who
have
done
everything
for
her
,
as
for
all
the
rest
of
us
,
"
said
Mr
Cavendish
,
though
he
could
not
help
laughing
a
little
;
and
then
he
paused
,
and
his
voice
softened
in
the
darkness
by
Lucilla
's
side
.
"
Do
not
let
us
talk
of
Mrs
Mortimer
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
sometimes
have
something
just
on
my
lips
to
say
,
and
I
do
not
know
whether
I
dare
say
it
.
Miss
Marjoribanks
—
—
"
And
here
he
came
to
a
pause
.
He
was
fluttered
and
frightened
,
which
was
what
she
,
and
not
he
,
ought
to
have
been
.
And
at
the
bottom
of
his
heart
he
did
not
wish
to
say
it
,
which
gave
far
more
force
to
his
hesitation
than
simply
a
doubt
whether
he
might
dare
.
Perhaps
Lucilla
's
heart
fluttered
too
,
with
a
sense
that
the
moment
which
once
would
not
have
been
an
unwelcome
moment
,
had
at
last
arrived
.
Her
heart
,
it
is
true
,
was
not
very
particularly
engaged
;
but
still
she
was
sensible
of
all
Mr
Cavendish
's
capacities
,
and
was
"
very
fond
"
of
him
,
as
she
said
;
and
her
exertions
on
his
behalf
had
produced
their
natural
effect
,
and
moved
her
affections
a
little
.
She
made
an
involuntary
pause
for
the
hundredth
part
of
a
minute
,
and
reckoned
it
all
up
again
,
and
asked
herself
whether
it
were
possible
.
There
was
something
,
in
the
first
place
,
becoming
and
suitable
in
the
idea
that
she
,
who
was
the
only
person
who
knew
his
secret
,
should
take
him
and
it
together
and
make
the
best
of
them
.
And
Lucilla
had
the
consciousness
that
she
could
indeed
make
a
great
deal
of
Mr
Cavendish
.
Nobody
had
ever
crossed
her
path
of
whom
so
much
could
be
made
;
and
as
for
any
further
danger
of
his
real
origin
and
position
being
found
out
and
exposed
to
the
world
,
Miss
Marjoribanks
was
capable
of
smiling
at
that
when
the
defence
would
be
in
her
own
hands
.
She
might
yet
accept
him
,
and
have
him
elected
member
for
Carlingford
,
and
carry
him
triumphantly
through
all
his
difficulties
.
For
a
small
part
—
nay
,
even
for
the
half
of
a
minute
—
Lucilla
paused
,
and
made
a
rapid
review
of
the
circumstances
,
and
reconsidered
her
decision
.
Perhaps
if
Mr
Cavendish
had
been
really
in
earnest
,
that
which
was
only
a
vague
possibility
might
have
become
,
in
another
minute
,
a
fact
and
real
.
It
was
about
the
first
time
that
her
heart
had
found
anything
to
say
in
the
matter
;
and
the
fact
was
that
it
actually
fluttered
in
her
reasonable
bosom
,
and
experienced
a
certain
malaise
which
was
quite
new
to
her
.
Was
it
possible
that
she
could
be
in
love
with
Mr
Cavendish
?
or
was
it
merely
the
excitement
of
a
final
decision
which
made
that
unusual
commotion
far
away
down
at
the
bottom
of
Lucilla
's
heart
?
However
that
might
be
,
Miss
Marjoribanks
triumphed
over
her
momentary
weakness
.
She
saw
the
possibility
,
and
at
the
same
moment
she
saw
that
it
could
not
be
;
and
while
Mr
Cavendish
hesitated
,
she
,
who
was
always
prompt
and
ready
,
made
up
her
mind
.
"
I
do
n't
know
what
I
have
done
in
particular
,
either
for
her
or
the
rest
of
you
,
"
she
said
,
ignoring
the
other
part
of
her
companion
's
faltering
address
,
"
except
to
help
to
amuse
you
;
but
I
am
going
to
do
something
very
serious
,
and
I
hope
you
will
show
you
are
grateful
,
as
you
say
—
though
I
do
n't
know
what
you
have
to
be
grateful
about
—
by
paying
great
attention
to
me
.
Mr
Cavendish
,
I
am
going
to
give
you
good
advice
,
"
said
Lucilla
;
and
,
notwithstanding
her
courage
,
she
too
faltered
a
little
,
and
felt
that
it
was
rather
a
serious
piece
of
business
that
she
had
taken
in
hand
.
"
Advice
?
"
Mr
Cavendish
said
,
like
an
echo
of
her
voice
;
but
that
was
all
he
found
time
to
say
.
"
We
are
such
old
friends
,
that
I
know
you
wo
n't
be
vexed
,
"
said
Lucilla
;
"
and
then
we
understand
each
other
.
It
is
so
nice
when
two
people
understand
each
other
;
they
can
say
quantities
of
things
that
strangers
cannot
say
.
Mr
Cavendish
,
you
and
Barbara
are
in
love
,
"
said
Lucilla
,
making
a
slight
pause
,
and
looking
in
his
face
.
"
Miss
Marjoribanks
!
"
cried
the
assaulted
man
,
in
the
extremity
of
his
amazement
and
horror
.
As
for
Lucilla
,
she
came
a
little
closer
to
him
,
and
shook
her
head
in
a
maternal
,
semi-reproving
way
.
"
Do
n't
say
you
are
not
,
"
said
Miss
Marjoribanks
;
"
you
never
could
deceive
me
—
not
in
anything
like
that
.
I
saw
it
almost
as
soon
as
you
met
.
They
are
not
rich
,
you
know
,
but
they
are
very
nice
.
Mr
Lake
and
Rose
,
"
said
Lucilla
,
with
admirable
prudence
,
keeping
off
the
difficult
subject
of
Barbara
herself
,
"
are
the
two
very
nicest
people
I
know
;
and
everybody
says
that
Willie
is
dreadfully
clever
.
I
hope
you
will
soon
be
married
,
and
that
you
will
be
very
happy
,
"
she
continued
,
with
an
effort
.
It
was
a
bold
thing
to
say
,
and
Lucilla
's
throat
even
contracted
a
little
,
as
if
to
prevent
the
words
from
getting
utterance
;
but
then
she
was
not
a
person
,
when
she
knew
a
thing
was
right
,
to
hesitate
about
doing
it
;
and
in
Miss
Marjoribanks
's
mind
duty
went
before
all
,
as
has
already
been
on
several
occasions
said
.
After
this
a
horrible
silence
fell
upon
the
two
—
a
silence
which
,
like
darkness
,
could
be
felt
.
The
thunderbolt
fell
upon
the
victim
's
unprotected
head
without
any
warning
.
The
idea
that
Lucilla
would
talk
to
him
about
Barbara
Lake
was
the
very
last
that
could
have
entered
Mr
Cavendish
's
mind
.
He
was
speechless
with
rage
and
mortification
.
He
took
it
for
an
insult
inflicted
upon
him
in
cold
blood
,
doing
Lucilla
much
injustice
as
the
other
people
who
took
the
candid
expression
of
her
sentiments
for
a
piece
of
acting
.
He
was
a
gentleman
,
notwithstanding
his
doubtful
origin
,
and
civilised
down
to
his
very
finger-tips
;
but
he
would
have
liked
to
have
knocked
Miss
Marjoribanks
down
,
though
she
was
a
woman
.
And
yet
,
as
she
was
a
woman
,
he
dared
not
for
his
life
make
any
demonstration
of
his
fury
.
He
walked
along
by
her
side
down
into
the
respectable
solitude
of
Grange
Lane
,
passing
through
a
bright
bit
of
George
Street
,
and
seeing
askance
,
by
the
light
from
the
shop
windows
,
his
adviser
walking
beside
him
,
with
the
satisfaction
of
a
good
conscience
in
her
face
.
This
awful
silence
lasted
until
they
reached
Dr
Marjoribanks
's
door
.
"
Thank
you
for
coming
with
me
so
far
,
"
said
Lucilla
,
holding
out
her
hand
.
"
I
suppose
I
must
not
ask
you
to
come
in
,
though
papa
would
be
delighted
to
see
you
.
I
am
afraid
you
are
very
angry
with
me
,
"
Miss
Marjoribanks
added
,
with
a
touch
of
pathos
;
"
but
you
may
be
sure
I
would
always
stand
by
you
;
and
I
said
it
because
I
thought
it
was
for
the
best
.
"
"
On
the
contrary
,
I
am
much
obliged
to
you
,
"
said
Mr
Cavendish
,
with
quiet
fury
,
"
and
deeply
touched
by
the
interest
you
take
in
my
happiness
.
You
may
be
sure
I
shall
always
be
grateful
for
it
;
and
for
the
offer
of
your
support
,
"
said
the
ungrateful
man
,
with
the
most
truculent
meaning
.
As
for
Miss
Marjoribanks
,
she
pressed
quite
kindly
the
hurried
hand
with
which
he
touched
hers
,
and
went
in
,
still
saying
,
"
Good-night
.
"
She
had
done
her
duty
,
whatever
might
come
of
it
.
He
rushed
home
furious
;
but
she
went
to
a
little
worsted-work
with
a
mind
at
peace
with
itself
and
all
men
.
She
was
gentler
than
usual
even
to
the
maids
,
who
always
found
Miss
Marjoribanks
a
good
mistress
—
but
she
felt
a
little
sad
in
the
solitude
of
her
genius
.
For
it
is
true
that
to
be
wiser
and
more
enlightened
than
one
's
neighbours
is
in
most
cases
a
weariness
to
the
flesh
.
She
had
made
a
sacrifice
,
and
nobody
appreciated
it
.
Instead
of
choosing
a
position
which
pleased
her
imagination
,
and
suited
her
energies
,
and
did
not
go
against
her
heart
,
Lucilla
,
moved
by
the
wisest
discretion
,
had
decided
,
not
without
regret
,
to
give
it
up
.
She
had
sacrificed
her
own
inclination
,
and
a
sphere
in
which
her
abilities
would
have
had
the
fullest
scope
,
to
what
she
believed
to
be
the
general
good
;
and
instead
of
having
the
heroism
acknowledged
,
she
was
misunderstood
and
rewarded
with
ingratitude
.
When
Miss
Marjoribanks
found
herself
alone
in
the
solitude
of
her
drawing-room
,
and
in
the
still
greater
solitude
,
as
we
have
said
,
of
her
genius
,
she
felt
a
little
sad
,
as
was
natural
.
But
at
the
same
moment
there
came
into
Lucilla
's
mind
a
name
,
a
humble
name
,
which
has
been
often
pronounced
in
the
pages
of
this
history
,
and
it
gave
her
once
more
a
certain
consolation
.
A
sympathetic
presence
seemed
to
diffuse
itself
about
her
in
her
loneliness
.
There
are
moments
when
the
faith
of
a
very
humble
individual
may
save
a
great
soul
from
discouragement
;
and
the
consciousness
of
being
believed
in
once
more
came
with
the
sweetest
and
most
salutary
effect
upon
Lucilla
's
heart
.
Chapter
XXXV
It
was
the
very
day
after
the
marriage
,
and
two
or
three
days
after
this
conversation
,
that
Mr
Cavendish
left
Carlingford
.
He
went
to
spend
the
winter
in
Italy
,
which
had
long
been
"
a
dream
"
of
his
,
as
he
explained
to
some
of
the
young
ladies
—
most
of
whom
had
the
same
"
dream
,
"
without
the
enviable
power
of
carrying
it
out
.
He
made
very
brief
and
formal
adieux
to
Lucilla
,
to
the
extreme
amazement
of
all
the
surrounding
world
,
and
then
disappeared
,
leaving
—
just
at
that
moment
after
the
excitement
of
the
marriage
was
over
,
when
Grange
Lane
stood
most
in
need
of
somebody
to
rouse
its
drooping
spirits
—
a
wonderful
blank
behind
him
.
Lucilla
said
much
less
about
her
feelings
on
this
occasion
than
she
was
in
the
habit
of
doing
,
but
there
could
be
no
doubt
that
she
felt
it
,
and
felt
it
acutely
.
And
the
worst
of
it
was
,
that
it
was
she
who
was
universally
blamed
for
the
sudden
and
unexplained
departure
of
the
most
popular
man
in
Carlingford
.
Some
people
thought
he
had
gone
away
to
escape
from
the
necessity
of
proposing
to
her
;
and
some
of
more
friendly
and
charitable
disposition
believed
with
Mrs
Chiley
that
Lucilla
had
refused
him
;
and
some
,
who
were
mostly
outsiders
and
of
a
humble
class
,
were
of
opinion
that
Miss
Marjoribanks
had
exercised
all
her
influence
to
send
Mr
Cavendish
out
of
the
way
of
Barbara
Lake
.
It
was
with
this
impression
that
Rose
made
her
way
one
of
those
foggy
autumn
mornings
through
the
fallen
leaves
with
which
the
garden
was
carpeted
,
to
see
if
any
explanation
was
to
be
got
from
Lucilla
.
The
art-inspectors
from
Marlborough
House
had
just
paid
their
annual
visit
to
Carlingford
,
and
had
found
the
Female
School
of
Design
in
a
condition
which
,
as
they
said
in
their
report
,
"
warranted
the
warmest
encomiums
,
"
and
Rose
had
also
won
a
prize
for
her
veil
in
the
exhibition
at
Kensington
of
ornamental
art
.
These
were
triumphs
which
would
have
made
the
little
artist
overwhelmingly
happy
,
if
they
had
not
been
neutralised
by
other
circumstances
;
but
as
it
was
,
they
only
aggravated
the
difficulties
of
the
position
in
which
she
found
herself
.
She
came
to
Lucilla
in
a
bonnet
—
a
circumstance
which
of
itself
was
solemn
and
ominous
;
for
generally
that
portentous
article
of
dress
,
which
was
home-made
,
and
did
not
consist
with
cheerful
dispositions
,
was
reserved
by
Rose
for
going
to
church
;
and
her
soft
cheeks
were
pale
,
and
the
hazel
eyes
more
dewy
than
usual
,
though
it
was
rain
,
and
not
dew
,
that
had
been
falling
from
them
during
those
last
painful
days
.
"
I
am
ashamed
to
ask
you
such
a
question
,
"
said
Rose
;
"
but
I
want
you
to
tell
me
,
Lucilla
,
if
you
know
why
Mr
Cavendish
has
gone
away
.
She
will
not
come
and
ask
you
herself
,
or
rather
I
would
not
let
her
come
;
for
she
is
so
passionate
,
one
does
not
know
what
she
might
do
.
You
have
behaved
a
little
strange
,
Lucilla
,
"
said
the
straightforward
Rose
.
"
If
he
cared
for
her
,
and
she
cared
for
him
,
you
had
no
right
to
come
and
take
him
away
.
"
"
My
dear
,
I
did
not
take
him
away
,
"
said
Miss
Marjoribanks
.
"
I
had
to
talk
to
him
about
some
—
business
;
that
was
all
.
It
is
disgraceful
of
Barbara
to
bother
you
about
it
,
who
are
only
a
baby
and
ought
n't
to
know
anything
—
—
"
"
Lucilla
!
"
cried
Rose
,
with
flashing
eyes
,
"
I
am
seventeen
,
and
I
will
not
put
up
with
it
any
longer
.
It
is
all
your
fault
.
What
right
had
you
to
come
and
drag
us
to
your
great
parties
?
We
are
not
as
rich
as
you
,
nor
as
fine
,
but
we
have
a
rank
of
our
own
,
"
cried
the
little
artist
.
"
You
have
a
great
deal
more
money
,
but
we
have
some
things
that
money
cannot
buy
.
You
made
Barbara
come
and
sing
,
and
put
things
into
her
head
;
and
you
made
me
come
,
though
I
did
not
want
to
.
Why
did
you
ask
us
to
your
parties
,
Lucilla
?
It
is
all
your
fault
!
"
Lucilla
was
in
a
subdued
state
of
mind
,
as
may
have
been
perceived
,
and
answered
quite
meekly
.
"
I
do
n't
know
why
you
should
all
turn
against
me
like
this
,
"
she
said
,
more
sadly
than
surprised
.
"
It
is
unkind
of
you
to
say
it
was
my
fault
.
I
did
not
expect
it
from
you
;
and
when
I
have
so
many
vexations
—
—
"
Miss
Marjoribanks
added
.
She
sat
down
as
she
spoke
,
after
being
repulsed
by
Rose
,
with
an
air
of
depression
which
was
quite
unusual
to
her
;
for
to
be
blamed
and
misunderstood
on
all
sides
was
hard
for
one
who
was
always
working
in
the
service
of
her
fellow-creatures
,
and
doing
everything
for
the
best
.
As
for
Rose
,
her
heart
smote
her
on
the
instant
.
"
Have
you
vexations
,
Lucilla
?
"
she
said
,
in
her
innocence
.
It
was
the
first
time
such
an
idea
had
entered
into
her
mind
.
"
I
do
n't
think
I
have
anything
else
,
"
said
Lucilla
;
though
even
as
she
said
it
she
began
to
recover
her
spirits
.
"
I
do
all
I
can
for
my
friends
,
and
they
are
never
pleased
;
and
when
anything
goes
wrong
it
is
always
my
fault
.
"
"
Perhaps
if
you
were
not
to
do
so
much
—
—
"
Rose
began
to
say
,
for
she
was
in
her
way
a
wise
little
woman
;
but
her
heart
smote
her
again
,
and
she
restrained
the
truism
,
and
then
after
a
little
pause
she
resumed
her
actual
business
.
"
I
am
ashamed
to
ask
you
,
but
do
you
know
where
Mr
Cavendish
is
,
Lucilla
?
"
said
Rose
.
"
She
is
breaking
her
heart
because
he
has
gone
away
.
"
"
Did
he
never
go
to
say
good-bye
nor
anything
?
"
asked
Miss
Marjoribanks
.
She
was
sorry
,
for
it
was
quite
the
contrary
of
the
advice
she
had
given
,
but
still
it
would
be
wrong
to
deny
that
Mr
Cavendish
rose
higher
in
Lucilla
's
opinion
when
she
heard
it
.
"
I
do
n't
know
any
more
than
everybody
knows
.
He
has
gone
to
Italy
,
but
he
will
come
back
,
and
I
suppose
she
can
wait
,
"
Miss
Marjoribanks
added
,
with
perhaps
a
touch
of
contempt
.
"
For
my
part
,
I
do
n't
think
she
will
break
her
heart
.
"
"
It
is
because
you
do
not
know
her
,
"
said
Rose
,
with
some
indignation
—
for
at
seventeen
a
broken
heart
comes
natural
.
"
Oh
,
Lucilla
,
it
is
dreadful
,
and
I
do
n't
know
what
to
do
!
"
cried
the
little
artist
,
changing
her
tone
.
"
I
am
a
selfish
wretch
,
but
I
cannot
help
it
.
It
is
as
good
as
putting
an
end
to
my
Career
;
and
just
after
my
design
has
been
so
successful
—
and
when
papa
was
so
proud
—
and
when
I
thought
I
might
have
been
a
help
.
It
is
dreadful
to
think
of
oneself
when
her
heart
is
breaking
;
but
I
shall
have
to
give
up
everything
;
and
I
—
I
ca
n't
help
feeling
it
,
Lucilla
,
"
cried
Rose
,
with
a
sudden
outburst
of
tears
.
All
this
was
sufficiently
unintelligible
to
Miss
Marjoribanks
,
who
was
not
the
least
in
anxiety
about
Barbara
's
breaking
heart
.
"
Tell
me
what
is
the
matter
,
and
perhaps
we
can
do
something
,
"
said
Lucilla
,
forgetting
how
little
her
past
exertions
had
been
appreciated
;
and
Rose
,
with
equal
inconsistency
,
dried
her
tears
at
the
sound
of
Miss
Marjoribanks
's
reassuring
voice
.
"
I
know
I
am
a
wretch
to
be
thinking
of
myself
,
"
she
said
.
"
She
cannot
be
expected
to
stay
and
sacrifice
herself
for
us
,
after
all
she
has
suffered
.
She
has
made
up
her
mind
and
advertised
in
the
Times
,
and
nothing
can
change
it
now
.
She
is
going
out
for
a
governess
,
Lucilla
.
"
"
Going
for
a
—
what
?
"
said
Miss
Marjoribanks
,
who
could
not
believe
her
ears
.
"
For
a
governess
,
"
said
Rose
calmly
;
for
though
she
had
been
partly
brought
up
at
Mount
Pleasant
,
she
had
not
the
elevated
idea
of
an
instructress
of
youth
which
might
have
been
expected
from
a
pupil
of
that
establishment
.
"
She
has
advertised
in
the
Times
,
"
Rose
added
,
with
quiet
despair
,
"
with
no
objections
to
travel
.
I
would
do
anything
in
the
world
for
Barbara
,
but
one
ca
n't
help
thinking
of
oneself
sometimes
,
and
there
is
an
end
of
my
Career
.
"
When
she
had
said
this
she
brushed
the
last
tear
off
her
eyelashes
,
and
sat
straight
up
,
a
little
martyr
and
heroic
victim
to
duty
.
"
Her
eye
,
though
fixed
on
empty
space
,
beamed
keen
with
honour
"
;
but
still
there
was
a
certain
desperation
in
the
composure
with
which
Rose
regarded
,
after
the
first
outburst
,
the
abandonment
of
all
her
hopes
.
"
She
is
a
selfish
thing
,
"
said
Lucilla
indignantly
;
"
she
always
was
a
selfish
thing
.
I
should
like
to
know
what
she
can
teach
anybody
?
If
I
were
you
and
your
papa
,
I
certainly
would
not
let
her
go
away
.
I
do
n't
see
any
reason
in
the
world
why
you
should
give
in
to
her
and
let
her
stop
your
—
your
Career
,
you
know
;
why
should
you
?
I
would
not
give
in
to
her
for
one
moment
,
if
I
were
your
papa
and
you
.
"
"
Why
should
I
?
"
said
Rose
;
"
because
there
is
nobody
else
to
do
anything
,
Lucilla
.
Fleda
and
Dreda
are
such
two
little
things
;
and
there
are
all
the
boys
to
think
of
,
and
poor
papa
.
It
is
of
no
use
asking
why
.
If
I
do
n't
do
it
,
there
will
be
nobody
to
do
it
,
"
said
Rose
,
with
big
tears
coming
to
her
eyes
.
Her
Career
was
dear
to
her
heart
,
and
those
two
tears
welled
up
from
the
depths
;
but
then
there
would
be
nobody
else
to
do
it
—
a
consideration
which
continually
filters
out
the
people
who
are
good
for
anything
out
of
the
muddy
current
of
the
ordinary
world
.
"
And
your
pretty
drawings
,
and
the
veil
,
and
the
School
of
Design
!
"
cried
Lucilla
.
"
You
dear
little
Rose
,
do
n't
cry
.
It
never
can
be
permitted
,
you
know
.
She
cannot
teach
anything
,
and
nobody
will
have
her
.
She
is
a
selfish
thing
,
though
she
is
your
sister
;
and
if
I
were
your
papa
and
you
—
—
"
"
It
would
be
no
good
,
"
said
Rose
.
"
She
will
go
,
whatever
anybody
may
say
.
She
does
not
care
,
"
said
the
little
martyr
,
and
the
two
big
tears
fell
,
making
two
big
round
blotches
upon
the
strings
of
that
bonnet
which
Lucilla
had
difficulty
in
keeping
her
hands
off
.
But
when
she
had
thus
expressed
her
feelings
,
Rose
relented
over
her
sister
.
"
She
has
suffered
so
much
here
;
how
can
any
one
ask
her
to
sacrifice
herself
to
us
?
"
said
the
young
artist
mournfully
.
"
And
I
am
quite
happy
,
"
said
Rose
—
"
quite
happy
;
it
makes
all
the
difference
.
It
is
her
heart
,
you
know
,
Lucilla
;
and
it
is
only
my
Career
.
"
And
this
time
the
tears
were
dashed
away
by
an
indignant
little
hand
.
Barbara
's
heart
,
if
she
had
such
an
organ
,
had
never
in
its
existence
cost
such
bitter
drops
.
But
as
for
Lucilla
,
what
could
she
do
?
She
could
only
repeat
,
"
If
I
was
your
papa
and
you
,
"
with
a
melancholy
sense
that
she
was
here
balked
and
could
do
no
more
.
For
even
the
aid
of
Miss
Marjoribanks
was
as
nothing
against
dead
selfishness
and
folly
,
the
two
most
invincible
forces
in
the
world
.
Instead
of
taking
the
business
into
her
own
hands
,
and
carrying
it
through
triumphantly
as
she
had
hitherto
been
in
the
habit
of
doing
,
Lucilla
could
only
minister
to
the
sufferer
,
and
keep
up
her
courage
,
and
mourn
over
the
Career
thus
put
in
danger
.
Barbara
's
advertisement
was
in
the
newspapers
,
and
her
foolish
mind
was
made
up
;
and
the
hope
that
nobody
would
have
her
was
a
forlorn
hope
,
for
somebody
always
does
have
the
incapable
people
,
as
Miss
Marjoribanks
was
well
aware
.
And
the
contralto
had
been
of
some
use
in
Grange
Lane
and
a
little
in
Grove
Street
,
and
it
would
be
difficult
,
either
in
the
one
sphere
or
the
other
,
to
find
any
one
to
fill
her
place
.
It
was
thus
amid
universal
demolition
that
Christmas
approached
,
and
Miss
Marjoribanks
ended
the
first
portion
of
her
eventful
career
.
Chapter
XXXVI
One
fytte
of
Lucilla
's
history
is
here
ended
,
and
another
is
to
be
told
.
We
have
recorded
her
beginning
in
all
the
fulness
of
youthful
confidence
and
undaunted
trust
in
her
own
resources
;
and
have
done
our
best
to
show
that
in
the
course
of
organising
society
Miss
Marjoribanks
,
like
all
other
benefactors
of
their
kind
,
had
many
sacrifices
to
make
,
and
had
to
undergo
the
mortification
of
finding
out
that
many
of
her
most
able
efforts
turned
to
other
people
's
profit
and
went
directly
against
herself
.
She
began
the
second
period
of
her
career
with
,
to
some
certain
extent
,
that
sense
of
failure
which
is
inevitable
to
every
high
intelligence
after
a
little
intercourse
with
the
world
.
She
had
succeeded
in
a
great
many
things
,
but
yet
she
had
not
succeeded
in
all
;
and
she
had
found
out
that
the
most
powerful
exertions
in
behalf
of
friends
not
only
fail
to
procure
their
gratitude
,
but
sometimes
convert
them
into
enemies
,
and
do
actual
harm
;
which
is
a
discovery
which
can
only
be
made
by
those
who
devote
themselves
,
as
Miss
Marjoribanks
had
done
,
to
the
good
of
the
human
species
.
She
had
done
everything
for
the
best
,
and
yet
it
had
not
always
turned
out
for
the
best
;
and
even
the
people
who
had
been
most
ready
to
appeal
to
her
for
assistance
in
their
need
,
had
proved
the
readiest
to
accuse
her
when
something
disagreeable
happened
,
and
to
say
"
It
was
your
fault
.
"
In
the
second
stage
of
her
progress
Miss
Marjoribanks
found
herself
,
with
a
great
responsibility
upon
her
shoulders
,
with
nearly
the
entire
social
organisation
of
Carlingford
depending
upon
her
;
and
,
at
the
same
time
,
with
her
means
of
providing
for
the
wants
of
her
subjects
sensibly
diminished
,
and
her
confidence
in
the
resources
of
the
future
impaired
to
an
equal
degree
.
One
thing
was
sure
,
that
she
had
taken
the
work
upon
her
shoulders
,
and
that
she
was
not
the
woman
to
draw
back
,
whatever
the
difficulties
might
be
.
She
did
not
bate
a
jot
of
her
courage
,
though
the
early
buoyancy
of
hope
had
departed
,
never
to
return
.
It
is
true
that
she
was
not
so
joyful
and
triumphant
a
figure
as
when
she
conquered
Nancy
,
and
won
over
Dr
Marjoribanks
,
and
electrified
Mr
Holden
by
choosing
curtains
which
suited
her
complexion
;
but
with
her
diminished
hopes
and
increased
experience
and
unabated
courage
,
no
doubt
Miss
Marjoribanks
presented
a
still
nobler
and
more
imposing
aspect
to
everybody
who
had
an
eye
for
moral
grandeur
,
though
it
would
be
difficult
to
tell
how
many
of
such
worthy
spectators
existed
in
Grange
Lane
.
There
was
,
as
our
readers
are
aware
,
another
subject
also
on
which
Lucilla
had
found
her
position
altered
.
It
was
quite
true
that
,
had
she
been
thinking
of
that
,
she
never
need
have
come
home
at
all
;
and
that
,
in
accepting
new
furniture
for
the
drawing-room
,
she
had
to
a
certain
extent
pledged
herself
not
to
marry
immediately
,
but
to
stay
at
home
and
be
a
comfort
to
her
dear
papa
.
This
is
so
delicate
a
question
that
it
is
difficult
to
treat
it
with
the
freedom
necessary
for
a
full
development
of
a
not
unusual
state
of
mind
.
Most
people
are
capable
of
falling
in
love
only
once
or
twice
,
or
at
the
most
a
very
few
times
,
in
their
life
;
and
disappointed
and
heartbroken
suitors
are
not
so
commonly
to
be
met
with
as
perhaps
could
be
wished
.
But
at
the
same
time
,
there
can
be
little
doubt
that
the
chief
way
in
which
society
is
supposed
to
signify
its
approval
and
admiration
and
enthusiasm
for
a
lady
,
is
by
making
dozens
of
proposals
to
her
,
as
may
be
ascertained
from
all
the
best-informed
sources
.
When
a
woman
is
a
great
beauty
,
or
is
very
brilliant
and
graceful
,
or
even
is
only
agreeable
and
amusing
,
the
ordinary
idea
is
that
the
floating
men
of
society
,
in
number
less
or
more
according
to
the
lady
's
merits
,
propose
to
her
,
though
she
may
not
perhaps
accept
any
of
them
.
In
proportion
as
her
qualities
rise
towards
the
sublime
,
these
victims
are
supposed
to
increase
;
and
perhaps
,
to
tell
the
truth
,
no
woman
feels
herself
set
at
her
true
value
until
some
poor
man
,
or
set
of
men
,
have
put
,
as
people
say
,
their
happiness
into
her
hands
.
It
is
,
as
we
have
said
,
a
delicate
subject
to
discuss
;
for
the
truth
is
,
that
this
well-known
and
thoroughly
established
reward
of
female
excellence
had
not
fallen
to
Miss
Marjoribanks
's
lot
.
There
was
Tom
,
to
be
sure
,
but
Tom
did
not
count
.
And
as
for
the
other
men
who
had
been
presented
to
Lucilla
as
eligible
candidates
for
her
regard
,
none
of
them
had
given
her
this
proof
of
their
admiration
.
The
year
had
passed
away
,
and
society
had
laid
no
tribute
of
this
description
upon
Lucilla
's
shrine
.
The
Archdeacon
had
married
Mrs
Mortimer
instead
,
and
Mr
Cavendish
had
been
led
away
by
Barbara
Lake
!
After
such
an
experience
nothing
but
the
inherent
sweetness
and
wholesome
tone
of
Miss
Marjoribanks
's
character
could
have
kept
her
from
that
cynicism
and
disbelief
in
humanity
which
is
so
often
the
result
of
knowledge
of
the
world
.
As
for
Lucilla
,
she
smiled
as
she
thought
of
it
,
not
cynically
,
but
with
a
sweetly
melancholy
smile
.
What
she
said
to
herself
was
,
Poor
men
!
they
had
had
the
two
ways
set
before
them
,
and
they
had
not
chosen
the
best
.
It
made
her
sad
to
have
this
proof
of
the
imperfection
of
human
