beasked
how
he
'd
like
his
missis
to
be
from
home
when
he
comes
in
,
tired
and
worn
,
and
wanting
some
one
to
cheer
him
;
and
may
be
,
her
to
come
in
by-and-bye
,
just
as
tired
and
down
in
th
'
mouth
;
and
how
he
'd
like
for
her
never
to
be
at
home
to
see
to
th
'
cleaning
of
his
house
,
or
to
keep
a
bright
fire
in
his
grate
.
Let
alone
his
meals
being
all
hugger-mugger
and
comfortless
.
I
'd
be
bound
,
prince
as
he
is
,
if
his
missis
served
him
so
,
he
'd
be
off
to
a
gin-palace
,
or
summut
o
'
that
kind
.
So
why
ca
n't
he
make
a
law
again
poor
folks
'
wives
working
in
factories
?
"
Mary
ventured
to
say
that
she
thought
the
Queen
and
Prince
Albert
could
not
make
laws
,
but
the
answer
was
,
"
Pooh
!
do
n't
tell
me
it
's
not
the
Queen
as
makes
laws
;
and
is
n't
she
bound
to
obey
Prince
Albert
?
And
if
he
said
they
must
n't
,
why
she
'd
say
they
must
n't
,
and
then
all
folk
would
say
,
oh
no
,
we
never
shall
do
any
such
thing
no
more
.
"
"
Jem
's
getten
on
rarely
,
"
said
Alice
,
who
had
not
heard
her
sister
's
last
burst
of
eloquence
,
and
whose
thoughts
were
still
running
on
her
nephew
,
and
his
various
talents
.
"
He
's
found
out
summut
about
a
crank
or
a
tank
,
I
forget
rightly
which
it
is
,
but
th
'
master
's
made
him
foreman
,
and
he
all
the
while
turning
off
hands
;
but
he
said
he
could
na
part
wi
'
Jem
,
nohow
.
He
's
good
wage
now
:
I
tell
him
he
'll
be
thinking
of
marrying
soon
,
and
he
deserves
a
right
down
good
wife
,
that
he
does
.
"
Mary
went
very
red
,
and
looked
annoyed
,
although
there
was
a
secret
spring
of
joy
deep
down
in
her
heart
,
at
hearing
Jem
so
spoken
of
.
But
his
mother
only
saw
the
annoyed
look
,
and
was
piqued
accordingly
.
She
was
not
over
and
above
desirous
that
her
son
should
marry
.
His
presence
in
the
house
seemed
a
relic
of
happier
times
,
and
she
had
some
little
jealousy
of
his
future
wife
,
whoever
she
might
be
.
Still
she
could
not
bear
any
one
not
to
feel
gratified
and
flattered
by
Jem
's
preference
,
and
full
well
she
knew
how
above
all
others
he
preferred
Mary
.
Now
she
had
never
thought
Mary
good
enough
for
Jem
,
and
her
late
neglect
in
coming
to
see
her
still
rankled
a
little
in
her
breast
.
So
she
determined
to
invent
a
little
,
in
order
to
do
away
with
any
idea
Mary
might
have
that
Jem
would
choose
her
for
"
his
right
down
good
wife
,
"
as
aunt
Alice
called
it
.
"
Ay
,
he
'll
be
for
taking
a
wife
soon
,
"
and
then
,
in
a
lower
voice
,
as
if
confidentially
,
but
really
to
prevent
any
contradiction
or
explanation
from
her
simple
sister-in-law
,
she
added
,
"
It
'll
not
be
long
afore
Molly
Gibson
(
that
's
her
at
th
'
provision-shop
round
the
corner
)
will
hear
a
secret
as
will
not
displease
her
,
I
'm
thinking
.
She
's
been
casting
sheep
's
eyes
at
our
Jem
this
many
a
day
,
but
he
thought
her
father
would
not
give
her
to
a
common
working
man
;
but
now
he
's
as
good
as
her
,
every
bit
.
I
thought
once
he
'd
a
fancy
for
thee
,
Mary
,
but
I
donnot
think
yo
'd
ever
ha
'
suited
,
so
it
's
best
as
it
is
.
"
By
an
effort
Mary
managed
to
keep
down
her
vexation
,
and
to
say
,
"
She
hoped
he
'd
be
happy
with
Molly
Gibson
.
She
was
very
handsome
,
for
certain
.
"
"
Ay
,
and
a
notable
body
,
too
.
I
'll
just
step
up
stairs
and
show
you
the
patchwork
quilt
she
gave
me
but
last
Saturday
.
"
Mary
was
glad
she
was
going
out
of
the
room
.
Her
words
irritated
her
;
perhaps
not
the
less
because
she
did
not
fully
believe
them
.
Besides
she
wanted
to
speak
to
Alice
,
and
Mrs.
Wilson
seemed
to
think
that
she
,
as
the
widow
,
ought
to
absorb
all
the
attention
.
"
Dear
Alice
,
"
began
Mary
,
"
I
'm
so
grieved
to
find
you
so
deaf
;
it
must
have
come
on
very
rapid
.
"
"
Yes
,
dear
,
it
's
a
trial
;
I
'll
not
deny
it
.
Pray
God
give
me
strength
to
find
out
its
teaching
.
I
felt
it
sore
one
fine
day
when
I
thought
I
'd
go
gather
some
meadow-sweet
to
make
tea
for
Jane
's
cough
;
and
the
fields
seemed
so
dree
and
still
,
and
at
first
I
could
na
make
out
what
was
wanting
;
and
then
it
struck
me
it
were
th
'
song
o
'
the
birds
,
and
that
I
never
should
hear
their
sweet
music
no
more
,
and
I
could
na
help
crying
a
bit
.
But
I
've
much
to
be
thankful
for
.
I
think
I
'm
a
comfort
to
Jane
,
if
I
'm
only
some
one
to
scold
now
and
then
;
poor
body
!
It
takes
off
her
thoughts
from
her
sore
losses
when
she
can
scold
a
bit
.
If
my
eyes
are
left
I
can
do
well
enough
;
I
can
guess
at
what
folk
are
saying
.
"
The
splendid
red
and
yellow
patch
quilt
now
made
its
appearance
,
and
Jane
Wilson
would
not
be
satisfied
unless
Mary
praised
it
all
over
,
border
,
centre
,
and
ground-work
,
right
side
and
wrong
;
and
Mary
did
her
duty
,
saying
all
the
more
,
because
she
could
not
work
herself
up
to
any
very
hearty
admiration
of
her
rival
's
present
.
She
made
haste
,
however
,
with
her
commendations
,
in
order
to
avoid
encountering
Jem
.
As
soon
as
she
was
fairly
away
from
the
house
and
street
,
she
slackened
her
pace
,
and
began
to
think
.
Did
Jem
really
care
for
Molly
Gibson
?
Well
,
if
he
did
,
let
him
.
People
seemed
all
to
think
he
was
much
too
good
for
her
(
Mary
's
own
self
)
.
Perhaps
some
one
else
,
far
more
handsome
,
and
far
more
grand
,
would
show
him
one
day
that
she
was
good
enough
to
be
Mrs.
Henry
Carson
.
So
temper
,
or
what
Mary
called
"
spirit
,
"
led
her
to
encourage
Mr.
Carson
more
than
ever
she
had
done
before
.
Some
weeks
after
this
,
there
was
a
meeting
of
the
Trades
'
Union
to
which
John
Barton
belonged
.
The
morning
of
the
day
on
which
it
was
to
take
place
he
had
lain
late
in
bed
,
for
what
was
the
use
of
getting
up
?
He
had
hesitated
between
the
purchase
of
meal
or
opium
,
and
had
chosen
the
latter
,
for
its
use
had
become
a
necessity
with
him
.
He
wanted
it
to
relieve
him
from
the
terrible
depression
its
absence
occasioned
.
A
large
lump
seemed
only
to
bring
him
into
a
natural
state
,
or
what
had
been
his
natural
state
formerly
.
Eight
o'clock
was
the
hour
fixed
for
the
meeting
;
and
at
it
were
read
letters
,
filled
with
details
of
woe
,
from
all
parts
of
the
country
.
Fierce
,
heavy
gloom
brooded
over
the
assembly
;
and
fiercely
and
heavily
did
the
men
separate
,
towards
eleven
o'clock
,
some
irritated
by
the
opposition
of
others
to
their
desperate
plans
.
It
was
not
a
night
to
cheer
them
,
as
they
quitted
the
glare
of
the
gas-lighted
room
,
and
came
out
into
the
street
.
Unceasing
,
soaking
rain
was
falling
;
the
very
lamps
seemed
obscured
by
the
damp
upon
the
glass
,
and
their
light
reached
but
to
a
little
distance
from
the
posts
.
The
streets
were
cleared
of
passers-by
;
not
a
creature
seemed
stirring
,
except
here
and
there
a
drenched
policeman
in
his
oil-skin
cape
.
Barton
wished
the
others
good
night
,
and
set
off
home
.
He
had
gone
through
a
street
or
two
,
when
he
heard
a
step
behind
him
;
but
he
did
not
care
to
look
and
see
who
it
was
.
A
little
further
,
and
the
person
quickened
step
,
and
touched
his
arm
very
lightly
.
He
turned
,
and
saw
,
even
by
the
darkness
visible
of
that
badly-lighted
street
,
that
the
woman
who
stood
by
him
was
of
no
doubtful
profession
.
It
was
told
by
her
faded
finery
,
all
unfit
to
meet
the
pelting
of
that
pitiless
storm
;
the
gauze
bonnet
,
once
pink
,
now
dirty
white
;
the
muslin
gown
,
all
draggled
,
and
soaking
wet
up
to
the
very
knees
;
the
gay-coloured
barège
shawl
,
closely
wrapped
round
the
form
,
which
yet
shivered
and
shook
,
as
the
woman
whispered
:
"
I
want
to
speak
to
you
.
"
He
swore
an
oath
,
and
bade
her
begone
.
"
I
really
do
.
Do
n't
send
me
away
.
I
'm
so
out
of
breath
,
I
cannot
say
what
I
would
all
at
once
.
"
She
put
her
hand
to
her
side
,
and
caught
her
breath
with
evident
pain
.
"
I
tell
thee
I
'm
not
the
man
for
thee
,
"
adding
an
opprobrious
name
.
"
Stay
,
"
said
he
,
as
a
thought
suggested
by
her
voice
flashed
across
him
.
He
gripped
her
arm
—
the
arm
he
had
just
before
shaken
off
,
and
dragged
her
,
faintly
resisting
,
to
the
nearest
lamp-post
.
He
pushed
her
bonnet
back
,
and
roughly
held
the
face
she
would
fain
have
averted
,
to
the
light
,
and
in
her
large
,
unnaturally
bright
gray
eyes
,
her
lovely
mouth
,
half
open
,
as
if
imploring
the
forbearance
she
could
not
ask
for
in
words
,
he
saw
at
once
the
long-lost
Esther
;
she
who
had
caused
his
wife
's
death
.
Much
was
like
the
gay
creature
of
former
years
;
but
the
glaring
paint
,
the
sharp
features
,
the
changed
expression
of
the
whole
!
But
most
of
all
,
he
loathed
the
dress
;
and
yet
the
poor
thing
,
out
of
her
little
choice
of
attire
,
had
put
on
the
plainest
she
had
,
to
come
on
that
night
's
errand
.
"
So
it
's
thee
,
is
it
!
It
's
thee
!
"
exclaimed
John
,
as
he
ground
his
teeth
,
and
shook
her
with
passion
.
"
I
've
looked
for
thee
long
at
corners
o
'
streets
,
and
such
like
places
.
I
knew
I
should
find
thee
at
last
.
Thee
'll
may
be
bethink
thee
o
'
some
words
I
spoke
,
which
put
thee
up
at
th
'
time
;
summut
about
street-walkers
;
but
oh
no
!
thou
art
none
o
'
them
naughts
;
no
one
thinks
thou
art
,
who
sees
thy
fine
draggle-tailed
dress
,
and
thy
pretty
pink
cheeks
!
"
stopping
for
very
want
of
breath
.
"
Oh
,
mercy
!
John
,
mercy
!
listen
to
me
for
Mary
's
sake
!
"
She
meant
his
daughter
,
but
the
name
only
fell
on
his
ear
as
belonging
to
his
wife
;
and
it
was
adding
fuel
to
the
fire
.
In
vain
did
her
face
grow
deadly
pale
round
the
vivid
circle
of
paint
,
in
vain
did
she
gasp
for
mercy
,
—
he
burst
forth
again
.
"
And
thou
names
that
name
to
me
!
and
thou
thinks
the
thought
of
her
will
bring
thee
mercy
!
Dost
thou
know
it
was
thee
who
killed
her
,
as
sure
as
ever
Cain
killed
Abel
.
She
'd
loved
thee
as
her
own
,
and
she
trusted
thee
as
her
own
,
and
when
thou
wert
gone
she
never
held
up
head
again
,
but
died
in
less
than
a
three
week
;
and
at
the
judgment
day
she
'll
rise
,
and
point
to
thee
as
her
murderer
;
or
if
she
do
n't
,
I
will
.
"
He
flung
her
,
trembling
,
sickening
,
fainting
,
from
him
,
and
strode
away
.
She
fell
with
a
feeble
scream
against
the
lamp-post
,
and
lay
there
in
her
weakness
,
unable
to
rise
.
A
policeman
came
up
in
time
to
see
the
close
of
these
occurrences
,
and
concluding
from
Esther
's
unsteady
,
reeling
fall
,
that
she
was
tipsy
,
he
took
her
in
her
half-unconscious
state
to
the
lock-ups
for
the
night
.
The
superintendent
of
that
abode
of
vice
and
misery
was
roused
from
his
dozing
watch
through
the
dark
hours
,
by
half-delirious
wails
and
moanings
,
which
he
reported
as
arising
from
intoxication
.
If
he
had
listened
,
he
would
have
heard
these
words
,
repeated
in
various
forms
,
but
always
in
the
same
anxious
,
muttering
way
.
"
He
would
not
listen
to
me
;
what
can
I
do
?
He
would
not
listen
to
me
,
and
I
wanted
to
warn
him
!
Oh
,
what
shall
I
do
to
save
Mary
's
child
?
What
shall
I
do
?
How
can
I
keep
her
from
being
such
a
one
as
I
am
;
such
a
wretched
,
loathsome
creature
!
She
was
listening
just
as
I
listened
,
and
loving
just
as
I
loved
,
and
the
end
will
be
just
like
my
end
.
How
shall
I
save
her
?
She
wo
n't
hearken
to
warning
,
or
heed
it
more
than
I
did
;
and
who
loves
her
well
enough
to
watch
over
her
as
she
should
be
watched
?
God
keep
her
from
harm
!
And
yet
I
wo
n't
pray
for
her
;
sinner
that
I
am
!
Can
my
prayers
be
heard
?
No
!
they
'll
only
do
harm
.
How
shall
I
save
her
?
He
would
not
listen
to
me
.
"
So
the
night
wore
away
.
The
next
morning
she
was
taken
up
to
the
New
Bailey
.
It
was
a
clear
case
of
disorderly
vagrancy
,
and
she
was
committed
to
prison
for
a
month
.
How
much
might
happen
in
that
time
!
CHAPTER
XI
.
MR.
CARSON
'S
INTENTIONS
REVEALED
.
"
O
Mary
,
canst
thou
wreck
his
peace
,
Wha
for
thy
sake
wad
gladly
die
?
Or
canst
thou
break
that
heart
of
his
,
Whase
only
faut
is
loving
thee
?
"
Burns
.
"
I
can
like
of
the
wealth
,
I
must
confess
,
Yet
more
I
prize
the
man
,
though
moneyless
;
I
am
not
of
their
humour
yet
that
can
For
title
or
estate
affect
a
man
;
Or
of
myself
one
body
deign
to
make
With
him
I
loathe
,
for
his
possessions
'
sake
.
"
Wither
's
"
Fidelia
.
"
Barton
returned
home
after
his
encounter
with
Esther
,
uneasy
and
dissatisfied
.
He
had
said
no
more
than
he
had
been
planning
to
say
for
years
,
in
case
she
was
ever
thrown
in
his
way
,
in
the
character
in
which
he
felt
certain
he
should
meet
her
.
He
believed
she
deserved
it
all
,
and
yet
he
now
wished
he
had
not
said
it
.
Her
look
,
as
she
asked
for
mercy
,
haunted
him
through
his
broken
and
disordered
sleep
;
her
form
,
as
he
last
saw
her
,
lying
prostrate
in
helplessness
,
would
not
be
banished
from
his
dreams
.
He
sat
up
in
bed
to
try
and
dispel
the
vision
.
Now
,
too
late
,
his
conscience
smote
him
for
his
harshness
.
It
would
have
been
all
very
well
,
he
thought
,
to
have
said
what
he
did
,
if
he
had
added
some
kind
words
,
at
last
.
He
wondered
if
his
dead
wife
was
conscious
of
that
night
's
occurrence
;
and
he
hoped
not
,
for
with
her
love
for
Esther
he
believed
it
would
embitter
Heaven
to
have
seen
her
so
degraded
and
repulsed
.
For
he
now
recalled
her
humility
,
her
tacit
acknowledgment
of
her
lost
character
;
and
he
began
to
marvel
if
there
was
power
in
the
religion
he
had
often
heard
of
,
to
turn
her
from
her
ways
.
He
felt
that
no
earthly
power
that
he
knew
of
could
do
it
,
but
there
glimmered
on
his
darkness
the
idea
that
religion
might
save
her
.
Still
,
where
to
find
her
again
?
In
the
wilderness
of
a
large
town
,
where
to
meet
with
an
individual
of
so
little
value
or
note
to
any
?
And
evening
after
evening
he
paced
those
streets
in
which
he
had
heard
her
footsteps
following
him
,
peering
under
every
fantastic
,
discreditable
bonnet
,
in
the
hopes
of
once
more
meeting
Esther
,
and
addressing
her
in
a
far
different
manner
from
what
he
had
done
before
.
But
he
returned
,
night
after
night
,
disappointed
in
his
search
,
and
at
last
gave
it
up
in
despair
,
and
tried
to
recall
his
angry
feelings
towards
her
,
in
order
to
find
relief
from
his
present
self-reproach
.
He
often
looked
at
Mary
,
and
wished
she
were
not
so
like
her
aunt
,
for
the
very
bodily
likeness
seemed
to
suggest
the
possibility
of
a
similar
likeness
in
their
fate
;
and
then
this
idea
enraged
his
irritable
mind
,
and
he
became
suspicious
and
anxious
about
Mary
's
conduct
.
Now
hitherto
she
had
been
so
remarkably
free
from
all
control
,
and
almost
from
all
inquiry
concerning
her
actions
,
that
she
did
not
brook
this
change
in
her
father
's
behaviour
very
well
.
Just
when
she
was
yielding
more
than
ever
to
Mr.
Carson
's
desire
of
frequent
meetings
,
it
was
hard
to
be
so
questioned
concerning
her
hours
of
leaving
off
work
,
whether
she
had
come
straight
home
,
etc.
She
could
not
tell
lies
;
though
she
could
conceal
much
if
she
were
not
questioned
.
So
she
took
refuge
in
obstinate
silence
,
alleging
as
a
reason
for
it
her
indignation
at
being
so
cross-examined
.
This
did
not
add
to
the
good
feeling
between
father
and
daughter
,
and
yet
they
dearly
loved
each
other
;
and
in
the
minds
of
each
,
one
principal
reason
for
maintaining
such
behaviour
as
displeased
the
other
,
was
the
believing
that
this
conduct
would
insure
that
person
's
happiness
.
Her
father
now
began
to
wish
Mary
were
married
.
Then
this
terrible
superstitious
fear
suggested
by
her
likeness
to
Esther
would
be
done
away
with
.
He
felt
that
he
could
not
resume
the
reins
he
had
once
slackened
.
But
with
a
husband
it
would
be
different
.
If
Jem
Wilson
would
but
marry
her
!
With
his
character
for
steadiness
and
talent
!
But
he
was
afraid
Mary
had
slighted
him
,
he
came
so
seldom
now
to
the
house
.
He
would
ask
her
.
"
Mary
,
what
's
come
o'er
thee
and
Jem
Wilson
?
Yo
were
great
friends
at
one
time
.
"
"
Oh
,
folk
say
he
's
going
to
be
married
to
Molly
Gibson
,
and
of
course
courting
takes
up
a
deal
o
'
time
,
"
answered
Mary
,
as
indifferently
as
she
could
.
"
Thou'st
played
thy
cards
badly
,
then
,
"
replied
her
father
,
in
a
surly
tone
.
"
At
one
time
he
were
desperate
fond
o
'
thee
,
or
I
'm
much
mistaken
.
Much
fonder
of
thee
than
thou
deservedst
.
"
"
That
's
as
people
think
,
"
said
Mary
,
pertly
,
for
she
remembered
that
the
very
morning
before
she
had
met
Mr.
Carson
,
who
had
sighed
,
and
swore
,
and
protested
all
manner
of
tender
vows
that
she
was
the
loveliest
,
sweetest
,
best
,
etc.
And
when
she
had
seen
him
afterwards
riding
with
one
of
his
beautiful
sisters
,
had
he
not
evidently
pointed
her
out
as
in
some
way
or
other
an
object
worthy
of
attention
and
interest
,
and
then
lingered
behind
his
sister
's
horse
for
a
moment
to
kiss
his
hand
repeatedly
.
So
,
as
for
Jem
Wilson
,
she
could
whistle
him
down
the
wind
.
But
her
father
was
not
in
the
mood
to
put
up
with
pertness
,
and
he
upbraided
her
with
the
loss
of
Jem
Wilson
till
she
had
to
bite
her
lips
till
the
blood
came
,
in
order
to
keep
down
the
angry
words
that
would
rise
in
her
heart
.
At
last
her
father
left
the
house
,
and
then
she
might
give
way
to
her
passionate
tears
.
It
so
happened
that
Jem
,
after
much
anxious
thought
,
had
determined
that
day
to
"
put
his
fate
to
the
touch
,
to
win
or
lose
it
all
.
"
He
was
in
a
condition
to
maintain
a
wife
in
comfort
.
It
was
true
his
mother
and
aunt
must
form
part
of
the
household
;
but
such
is
not
an
uncommon
case
among
the
poor
,
and
if
there
were
the
advantage
of
previous
friendship
between
the
parties
,
it
was
not
,
he
thought
,
an
obstacle
to
matrimony
.
Both
mother
and
aunt
he
believed
would
welcome
Mary
.
And
oh
!
what
a
certainty
of
happiness
the
idea
of
that
welcome
implied
.
He
had
been
absent
and
abstracted
all
day
long
with
the
thought
of
the
coming
event
of
the
evening
.
He
almost
smiled
at
himself
for
his
care
in
washing
and
dressing
in
preparation
for
his
visit
to
Mary
.
As
if
one
waistcoat
or
another
could
decide
his
fate
in
so
passionately
momentous
a
thing
.
He
believed
he
only
delayed
before
his
little
looking-glass
for
cowardice
,
for
absolute
fear
of
a
girl
.
He
would
try
not
to
think
so
much
about
the
affair
,
and
he
thought
the
more
.
Poor
Jem
!
it
is
not
an
auspicious
moment
for
thee
!
"
Come
in
,
"
said
Mary
,
as
some
one
knocked
at
the
door
,
while
she
sat
sadly
at
her
sewing
,
trying
to
earn
a
few
pence
by
working
over
hours
at
some
mourning
.
Jem
entered
,
looking
more
awkward
and
abashed
than
he
had
ever
done
before
.
Yet
here
was
Mary
all
alone
,
just
as
he
had
hoped
to
find
her
.
She
did
not
ask
him
to
take
a
chair
,
but
after
standing
a
minute
or
two
he
sat
down
near
her
.
"
Is
your
father
at
home
,
Mary
?
"
said
he
,
by
way
of
making
an
opening
,
for
she
seemed
determined
to
keep
silence
,
and
went
on
stitching
away
.
"
No
,
he
's
gone
to
his
Union
,
I
suppose
.
"
Another
silence
.
It
was
no
use
waiting
,
thought
Jem
.
The
subject
would
never
be
led
to
by
any
talk
he
could
think
of
in
his
anxious
fluttered
state
.
He
had
better
begin
at
once
.
"
Mary
!
"
said
he
,
and
the
unusual
tone
of
his
voice
made
her
look
up
for
an
instant
,
but
in
that
time
she
understood
from
his
countenance
what
was
coming
,
and
her
heart
beat
so
suddenly
and
violently
she
could
hardly
sit
still
.
Yet
one
thing
she
was
sure
of
;
nothing
he
could
say
should
make
her
have
him
.
She
would
show
them
all
who
would
be
glad
to
have
her
.
She
was
not
yet
calm
after
her
father
's
irritating
speeches
.
Yet
her
eyes
fell
veiled
before
that
passionate
look
fixed
upon
her
.
"
Dear
Mary
!
(
for
how
dear
you
are
,
I
cannot
rightly
tell
you
in
words
)
.
It
's
no
new
story
I
'm
going
to
speak
about
.
You
must
ha
'
seen
and
known
it
long
;
for
since
we
were
boy
and
girl
,
I
ha
'
loved
you
above
father
and
mother
and
all
;
and
all
I
've
thought
on
by
day
and
dreamt
on
by
night
,
has
been
something
in
which
you
've
had
a
share
.
I
'd
no
way
of
keeping
you
for
long
,
and
I
scorned
to
try
and
tie
you
down
;
and
I
lived
in
terror
lest
some
one
else
should
take
you
to
himself
.
But
now
,
Mary
,
I
'm
foreman
in
th
'
works
,
and
,
dear
Mary
!
listen
,
"
as
she
,
in
her
unbearable
agitation
,
stood
up
and
turned
away
from
him
.
He
rose
,
too
,
and
came
nearer
,
trying
to
take
hold
of
her
hand
;
but
this
she
would
not
allow
.
She
was
bracing
herself
up
to
refuse
him
,
for
once
and
for
all
.
"
And
now
,
Mary
,
I
've
a
home
to
offer
you
,
and
a
heart
as
true
as
ever
man
had
to
love
you
and
cherish
you
;
we
shall
never
be
rich
folk
,
I
dare
say
;
but
if
a
loving
heart
and
a
strong
right
arm
can
shield
you
from
sorrow
,
or
from
want
,
mine
shall
do
it
.
I
cannot
speak
as
I
would
like
;
my
love
wo
n't
let
itself
be
put
in
words
.
But
oh
!
darling
,
say
you
believe
me
,
and
that
you
'll
be
mine
.
"
She
could
not
speak
at
once
;
her
words
would
not
come
.
"
Mary
,
they
say
silence
gives
consent
;
is
it
so
?
"
he
whispered
.
Now
or
never
the
effort
must
be
made
.
"
No
!
it
does
not
with
me
.
"
Her
voice
was
calm
,
although
she
trembled
from
head
to
foot
.
"
I
will
always
be
your
friend
,
Jem
,
but
I
can
never
be
your
wife
.
"
"
Not
my
wife
!
"
said
he
,
mournfully
.
"
Oh
Mary
,
think
awhile
!
you
cannot
be
my
friend
if
you
will
not
be
my
wife
.
At
least
I
can
never
be
content
to
be
only
your
friend
.
Do
think
awhile
!
If
you
say
No
you
will
make
me
hopeless
,
desperate
.
It
's
no
love
of
yesterday
.
It
has
made
the
very
groundwork
of
all
that
people
call
good
in
me
.
I
do
n't
know
what
I
shall
be
if
you
wo
n't
have
me
.
And
,
Mary
!
think
how
glad
your
father
would
be
!
it
may
sound
vain
,
but
he
's
told
me
more
than
once
how
much
he
should
like
to
see
us
two
married
!
"
Jem
intended
this
for
a
powerful
argument
,
but
in
Mary
's
present
mood
it
told
against
him
more
than
any
thing
;
for
it
suggested
the
false
and
foolish
idea
,
that
her
father
,
in
his
evident
anxiety
to
promote
her
marriage
with
Jem
,
had
been
speaking
to
him
on
the
subject
with
some
degree
of
solicitation
.
"
I
tell
you
,
Jem
,
it
cannot
be
.
Once
for
all
,
I
will
never
marry
you
.
"
"
And
is
this
the
end
of
all
my
hopes
and
fears
?
the
end
of
my
life
,
I
may
say
,
for
it
is
the
end
of
all
worth
living
for
!
"
His
agitation
rose
and
carried
him
into
passion
.
"
Mary
!
you
'll
hear
,
may
be
,
of
me
as
a
drunkard
,
and
may
be
as
a
thief
,
and
may
be
as
a
murderer
.
Remember
!
when
all
are
speaking
ill
of
me
,
you
will
have
no
right
to
blame
me
,
for
it
's
your
cruelty
that
will
have
made
me
what
I
feel
I
shall
become
.
You
wo
n't
even
say
you
'll
try
and
like
me
;
will
you
,
Mary
?
"
said
he
,
suddenly
changing
his
tone
from
threatening
despair
to
fond
passionate
entreaty
,
as
he
took
her
hand
and
held
it
forcibly
between
both
of
his
,
while
he
tried
to
catch
a
glimpse
of
her
averted
face
.
She
was
silent
,
but
it
was
from
deep
and
violent
emotion
.
He
could
not
bear
to
wait
;
he
would
not
hope
,
to
be
dashed
away
again
;
he
rather
in
his
bitterness
of
heart
chose
the
certainty
of
despair
,
and
before
she
could
resolve
what
to
answer
,
he
flung
away
her
hand
and
rushed
out
of
the
house
.
"
Jem
!
Jem
!
"
cried
she
,
with
faint
and
choking
voice
.
It
was
too
late
;
he
left
street
after
street
behind
him
with
his
almost
winged
speed
,
as
he
sought
the
fields
,
where
he
might
give
way
unobserved
to
all
the
deep
despair
he
felt
.
It
was
scarcely
ten
minutes
since
he
had
entered
the
house
,
and
found
Mary
at
comparative
peace
,
and
now
she
lay
half
across
the
dresser
,
her
head
hidden
in
her
hands
,
and
every
part
of
her
body
shaking
with
the
violence
of
her
sobs
.
She
could
not
have
told
at
first
(
if
you
had
asked
her
,
and
she
could
have
commanded
voice
enough
to
answer
)
why
she
was
in
such
agonised
grief
.
It
was
too
sudden
for
her
to
analyse
,
or
think
upon
it
.
She
only
felt
that
by
her
own
doing
her
life
would
be
hereafter
dreary
and
blank
.
By-and-bye
her
sorrow
exhausted
her
body
by
its
power
,
and
she
seemed
to
have
no
strength
left
for
crying
.
She
sat
down
;
and
now
thoughts
crowded
on
her
mind
.
One
little
hour
ago
,
and
all
was
still
unsaid
,
and
she
had
her
fate
in
her
own
power
.
And
yet
,
how
long
ago
had
she
determined
to
say
pretty
much
what
she
did
,
if
the
occasion
ever
offered
.
It
was
as
if
two
people
were
arguing
the
matter
;
that
mournful
,
desponding
communion
between
her
former
self
and
her
present
self
.
Herself
,
a
day
,
an
hour
ago
;
and
herself
now
.
For
we
have
every
one
of
us
felt
how
a
very
few
minutes
of
the
months
and
years
called
life
,
will
sometimes
suffice
to
place
all
time
past
and
future
in
an
entirely
new
light
;
will
make
us
see
the
vanity
or
the
criminality
of
the
bye-gone
,
and
so
change
the
aspect
of
the
coming
time
,
that
we
look
with
loathing
on
the
very
thing
we
have
most
desired
.
A
few
moments
may
change
our
character
for
life
,
by
giving
a
totally
different
direction
to
our
aims
and
energies
.
To
return
to
Mary
.
Her
plan
had
been
,
as
we
well
know
,
to
marry
Mr.
Carson
,
and
the
occurrence
an
hour
ago
was
only
a
preliminary
step
.
True
;
but
it
had
unveiled
her
heart
to
her
;
it
had
convinced
her
she
loved
Jem
above
all
persons
or
things
.
But
Jem
was
a
poor
mechanic
,
with
a
mother
and
aunt
to
keep
;
a
mother
,
too
,
who
had
shown
her
pretty
clearly
she
did
not
desire
her
for
a
daughter-in-law
:
while
Mr.
Carson
was
rich
,
and
prosperous
,
and
gay
,
and
(
she
believed
)
would
place
her
in
all
circumstances
of
ease
and
luxury
,
where
want
could
never
come
.
What
were
these
hollow
vanities
to
her
,
now
she
had
discovered
the
passionate
secret
of
her
soul
?
She
felt
as
if
she
almost
hated
Mr.
Carson
,
who
had
decoyed
her
with
his
baubles
.
She
now
saw
how
vain
,
how
nothing
to
her
,
would
be
all
gaieties
and
pomps
,
all
joys
and
pleasures
,
unless
she
might
share
them
with
Jem
;
yes
,
with
him
she
harshly
rejected
so
short
a
time
ago
.
If
he
were
poor
,
she
loved
him
all
the
better
.
If
his
mother
did
think
her
unworthy
of
him
,
what
was
it
but
the
truth
,
as
she
now
owned
with
bitter
penitence
.
She
had
hitherto
been
walking
in
grope-light
towards
a
precipice
;
but
in
the
clear
revelation
of
that
past
hour
,
she
saw
her
danger
,
and
turned
away
resolutely
and
for
ever
.
That
was
some
comfort
:
I
mean
her
clear
perception
of
what
she
ought
not
to
do
;
of
what
no
luring
temptation
should
ever
again
induce
her
to
hearken
to
.
How
she
could
best
undo
the
wrong
she
had
done
to
Jem
and
herself
by
refusing
his
love
,
was
another
anxious
question
.
She
wearied
herself
with
proposing
plans
,
and
rejecting
them
.
She
was
roused
to
a
consciousness
of
time
by
hearing
the
neighbouring
church
clock
strike
twelve
.
Her
father
she
knew
might
be
expected
home
any
minute
,
and
she
was
in
no
mood
for
a
meeting
with
him
.
So
she
hastily
gathered
up
her
work
,
and
went
to
her
own
little
bed-room
,
leaving
him
to
let
himself
in
.
She
put
out
her
candle
,
that
her
father
might
not
see
its
light
under
the
door
;
and
sat
down
on
her
bed
to
think
.
But
after
turning
things
over
in
her
mind
again
and
again
,
she
could
only
determine
at
once
to
put
an
end
to
all
further
communication
with
Mr.
Carson
,
in
the
most
decided
way
she
could
.
Maidenly
modesty
(
and
true
love
is
ever
modest
)
seemed
to
oppose
every
plan
she
could
think
of
,
for
showing
Jem
how
much
she
repented
her
decision
against
him
,
and
how
dearly
she
had
now
discovered
that
she
loved
him
.
She
came
to
the
unusual
wisdom
of
resolving
to
do
nothing
,
but
try
and
be
patient
,
and
improve
circumstances
as
they
might
turn
up
.
Surely
,
if
Jem
knew
of
her
remaining
unmarried
,
he
would
try
his
fortune
again
.
He
would
never
be
content
with
one
rejection
;
she
believed
she
could
not
in
his
place
.
She
had
been
very
wrong
,
but
now
she
would
try
and
do
right
,
and
have
womanly
patience
,
until
he
saw
her
changed
and
repentant
mind
in
her
natural
actions
.
Even
if
she
had
to
wait
for
years
,
it
was
no
more
than
now
it
was
easy
to
look
forward
to
,
as
a
penance
for
her
giddy
flirting
on
the
one
hand
,
and
her
cruel
mistake
concerning
her
feelings
on
the
other
.
So
anticipating
a
happy
ending
to
the
course
of
her
love
,
however
distant
it
might
be
,
she
fell
asleep
just
as
the
earliest
factory
bells
were
ringing
.
She
had
sunk
down
in
her
clothes
,
and
her
sleep
was
unrefreshing
.
She
wakened
up
shivery
and
chill
in
body
,
and
sorrow-stricken
in
mind
,
though
she
could
not
at
first
rightly
tell
the
cause
of
her
depression
.
She
recalled
the
events
of
the
night
before
,
and
still
resolved
to
adhere
to
those
determinations
she
had
then
formed
.
But
patience
seemed
a
far
more
difficult
virtue
this
morning
.
She
hastened
down-stairs
,
and
in
her
earnest
sad
desire
to
do
right
,
now
took
much
pains
to
secure
a
comfortable
though
scanty
breakfast
for
her
father
;
and
when
he
dawdled
into
the
room
,
in
an
evidently
irritable
temper
,
she
bore
all
with
the
gentleness
of
penitence
,
till
at
last
her
mild
answers
turned
away
wrath
.
She
loathed
the
idea
of
meeting
Sally
Leadbitter
at
her
daily
work
;
yet
it
must
be
done
,
and
she
tried
to
nerve
herself
for
the
encounter
,
and
to
make
it
at
once
understood
,
that
having
determined
to
give
up
having
any
thing
further
to
do
with
Mr.
Carson
,
she
considered
the
bond
of
intimacy
broken
between
them
.
But
Sally
was
not
the
person
to
let
these
resolutions
be
carried
into
effect
too
easily
.
She
soon
became
aware
of
the
present
state
of
Mary
's
feelings
,
but
she
thought
they
merely
arose
from
the
changeableness
of
girlhood
,
and
that
the
time
would
come
when
Mary
would
thank
her
for
almost
forcing
her
to
keep
up
her
meetings
and
communications
with
her
rich
lover
.
So
,
when
two
days
had
passed
over
in
rather
too
marked
avoidance
of
Sally
on
Mary
's
part
,
and
when
the
former
was
made
aware
by
Mr.
Carson
's
complaints
that
Mary
was
not
keeping
her
appointments
with
him
,
and
that
unless
he
detained
her
by
force
,
he
had
no
chance
of
obtaining
a
word
as
she
passed
him
in
the
street
on
her
rapid
walk
home
,
she
resolved
to
compel
Mary
to
what
she
called
her
own
good
.
She
took
no
notice
during
the
third
day
of
Mary
's
avoidance
as
they
sat
at
work
;
she
rather
seemed
to
acquiesce
in
the
coolness
of
their
intercourse
.
She
put
away
her
sewing
early
,
and
went
home
to
her
mother
,
who
,
she
said
,
was
more
ailing
than
usual
.
The
other
girls
soon
followed
her
example
,
and
Mary
,
casting
a
rapid
glance
up
and
down
the
street
,
as
she
stood
last
on
Miss
Simmonds
'
door-step
,
darted
homewards
,
in
hopes
of
avoiding
the
person
whom
she
was
fast
learning
to
dread
.
That
night
she
was
safe
from
any
encounter
on
her
road
,
and
she
arrived
at
home
,
which
she
found
as
she
expected
,
empty
;
for
she
knew
it
was
a
club
night
,
which
her
father
would
not
miss.
She
sat
down
to
recover
breath
,
and
to
still
her
heart
,
which
panted
more
from
nervousness
than
from
over-exertion
,
although
she
had
walked
so
quickly
.
Then
she
rose
,
and
taking
off
her
bonnet
,
her
eye
caught
the
form
of
Sally
Leadbitter
passing
the
window
with
a
lingering
step
,
and
looking
into
the
darkness
with
all
her
might
,
as
if
to
ascertain
if
Mary
were
returned
.
In
an
instant
she
re-passed
and
knocked
at
the
house-door
,
but
without
awaiting
an
answer
,
she
entered
.
"
Well
,
Mary
,
dear
"
(
knowing
well
how
little
"
dear
"
Mary
considered
her
just
then
)
;
"
i
's
so
difficult
to
get
any
comfortable
talk
at
Miss
Simmonds
'
,
I
thought
I
'd
just
step
up
and
see
you
at
home
.
"
"
I
understood
from
what
you
said
your
mother
was
ailing
,
and
that
you
wanted
to
be
with
her
,
"
replied
Mary
,
in
no
welcoming
tone
.
"
Ay
,
but
mother
's
better
now
,
"
said
the
unabashed
Sally
.
"
Your
father
's
out
I
suppose
?
"
looking
round
as
well
as
she
could
;
for
Mary
made
no
haste
to
perform
the
hospitable
offices
of
striking
a
match
,
and
lighting
a
candle
.
"
Yes
,
he
's
out
,
"
said
Mary
,
shortly
,
and
busying
herself
at
last
about
the
candle
,
without
ever
asking
her
visitor
to
sit
down
.
"
So
much
the
better
,
"
answered
Sally
,
"
for
to
tell
you
the
truth
,
Mary
,
I
've
a
friend
at
th
'
end
of
the
street
,
as
is
anxious
to
come
and
see
you
at
home
,
since
you
're
grown
so
particular
as
not
to
like
to
speak
to
him
in
the
street
.
He
'll
be
here
directly
.
"
"
Oh
,
Sally
,
do
n't
let
him
,
"
said
Mary
,
speaking
at
last
heartily
;
and
running
to
the
door
she
would
have
fastened
it
,
but
Sally
held
her
hands
,
laughing
meanwhile
at
her
distress
.
"
Oh
,
please
,
Sally
,
"
struggling
,
"
dear
Sally
!
do
n't
let
him
come
here
,
the
neighbours
will
so
talk
,
and
father
'll
go
mad
if
he
hears
;
he
'll
kill
me
,
Sally
,
he
will
.
Besides
,
I
do
n't
love
him
—
I
never
did
.
Oh
,
let
me
go
,
"
as
footsteps
approached
;
and
then
,
as
they
passed
the
house
,
and
seemed
to
give
her
a
respite
,
she
continued
,
"
Do
,
Sally
,
dear
Sally
,
go
and
tell
him
I
do
n't
love
him
,
and
that
I
do
n't
want
to
have
any
thing
more
to
do
with
him
.
It
was
very
wrong
,
I
dare
say
,
keeping
company
with
him
at
all
,
but
I
'm
very
sorry
,
if
I
've
led
him
to
think
too
much
of
me
;
and
I
do
n't
want
him
to
think
any
more
.
Will
you
tell
him
this
,
Sally
?
and
I
'll
do
any
thing
for
you
if
you
will
.
"
"
I
'll
tell
you
what
I
'll
do
,
"
said
Sally
,
in
a
more
relenting
mood
,
"
I
'll
go
back
with
you
to
where
he
's
waiting
for
us
;
or
rather
,
I
should
say
,
where
I
told
him
to
wait
for
a
quarter
of
an
hour
,
till
I
seed
if
your
father
was
at
home
;
and
if
I
did
n't
come
back
in
that
time
,
he
said
he
'd
come
here
,
and
break
the
door
open
but
he
'd
see
you
.
"
"
Oh
,
let
us
go
,
let
us
go
,
"
said
Mary
,
feeling
that
the
interview
must
be
,
and
had
better
be
anywhere
than
at
home
,
where
her
father
might
return
at
any
minute
.
She
snatched
up
her
bonnet
,
and
was
at
the
end
of
the
court
in
an
instant
;
but
then
,
not
knowing
whether
to
turn
to
the
right
or
to
the
left
,
she
was
obliged
to
wait
for
Sally
,
who
came
leisurely
up
,
and
put
her
arm
through
Mary
's
,
with
a
kind
of
decided
hold
,
intended
to
prevent
the
possibility
of
her
changing
her
mind
,
and
turning
back
.
But
this
,
under
the
circumstances
,
was
quite
different
to
Mary
's
plan
.
She
had
wondered
more
than
once
if
she
must
not
have
another
interview
with
Mr.
Carson
;
and
had
then
determined
,
while
she
expressed
her
resolution
that
it
should
be
the
final
one
,
to
tell
him
how
sorry
she
was
if
she
had
thoughtlessly
given
him
false
hopes
.
For
be
it
remembered
,
she
had
the
innocence
,
or
the
ignorance
,
to
believe
his
intentions
honourable
;
and
he
,
feeling
that
at
any
price
he
must
have
her
,
only
that
he
would
obtain
her
as
cheaply
as
he
could
,
had
never
undeceived
her
;
while
Sally
Leadbitter
laughed
in
her
sleeve
at
them
both
,
and
wondered
how
it
would
all
end
,
—
whether
Mary
would
gain
her
point
of
marriage
,
with
her
sly
affectation
of
believing
such
to
be
Mr.
Carson
's
intention
in
courting
her
.
Not
very
far
from
the
end
of
the
street
,
into
which
the
court
where
Mary
lived
opened
,
they
met
Mr.
Carson
,
his
hat
a
good
deal
slouched
over
his
face
as
if
afraid
of
being
recognised
.
He
turned
when
he
saw
them
coming
,
and
led
the
way
without
uttering
a
word
(
although
they
were
close
behind
)
to
a
street
of
half-finished
houses
.
The
length
of
the
walk
gave
Mary
time
to
recoil
from
the
interview
which
was
to
follow
;
but
even
if
her
own
resolve
to
go
through
with
it
had
failed
,
there
was
the
steady
grasp
of
Sally
Leadbitter
,
which
she
could
not
evade
without
an
absolute
struggle
.
At
last
he
stopped
in
the
shelter
and
concealment
of
a
wooden
fence
,
put
up
to
keep
the
building
rubbish
from
intruding
on
the
foot-pavement
.
Inside
this
fence
,
a
minute
afterwards
,
the
girls
were
standing
by
him
;
Mary
now
returning
Sally
's
detaining
grasp
with
interest
,
for
she
had
determined
on
the
way
to
make
her
a
witness
,
willing
or
unwilling
,
to
the
ensuing
conversation
.
But
Sally
's
curiosity
led
her
to
be
a
very
passive
prisoner
in
Mary
's
hold
.
With
more
freedom
than
he
had
ever
used
before
,
Mr.
Carson
put
his
arm
firmly
round
Mary
's
waist
,
in
spite
of
her
indignant
resistance
.
"
Nay
,
nay
!
you
little
witch
!
Now
I
have
caught
you
,
I
shall
keep
you
prisoner
.
Tell
me
now
what
has
made
you
run
away
from
me
so
fast
these
few
days
—
tell
me
,
you
sweet
little
coquette
!
"
Mary
ceased
struggling
,
but
turned
so
as
to
be
almost
opposite
to
him
,
while
she
spoke
out
calmly
and
boldly
,
"
Mr.
Carson
!
I
want
to
speak
to
you
for
once
and
for
all
.
Since
I
met
you
last
Monday
evening
,
I
have
made
up
my
mind
to
have
nothing
more
to
do
with
you
.
I
know
I
've
been
wrong
in
leading
you
to
think
I
liked
you
;
but
I
believe
I
did
n't
rightly
know
my
own
mind
;
and
I
humbly
beg
your
pardon
,
sir
,
if
I
've
led
you
to
think
too
much
of
me
.
"
For
an
instant
he
was
surprised
;
the
next
,
vanity
came
to
his
aid
,
and
convinced
him
that
she
could
only
be
joking
.
He
,
young
,
agreeable
,
rich
,
handsome
!
No
!
she
was
only
showing
a
little
womanly
fondness
for
coquetting
.
"
You
're
a
darling
little
rascal
to
go
on
in
this
way
!
'
Humbly
begging
my
pardon
if
you
've
made
me
think
too
much
of
you
.
'
As
if
you
did
n't
know
I
think
of
you
from
morning
to
night
.
But
you
want
to
be
told
it
again
and
again
,
do
you
?
"
"
No
,
indeed
,
sir
,
I
do
n't
.
I
would
far
liefer
[
40
]
that
you
should
say
you
will
never
think
of
me
again
,
than
that
you
should
speak
of
me
in
this
way
.
For
indeed
,
sir
,
I
never
was
more
in
earnest
than
I
am
,
when
I
say
to-night
is
the
last
night
I
will
ever
speak
to
you
.
"
"
Last
night
,
you
sweet
little
equivocator
,
but
not
last
day
.
Ha
,
Mary
!
I
've
caught
you
,
have
I
?
"
as
she
,
puzzled
by
his
perseverance
in
thinking
her
joking
,
hesitated
in
what
form
she
could
now
put
her
meaning
.
"
I
mean
,
sir
,
"
she
said
,
sharply
,
"
that
I
will
never
speak
to
you
again
at
any
time
,
after
to-night
.
"
"
And
what
's
made
this
change
,
Mary
?
"
said
he
,
seriously
enough
now
.
"
Have
I
done
any
thing
to
offend
you
?
"
added
he
,
earnestly
.
"
No
,
sir
,
"
she
answered
gently
,
but
yet
firmly
.
"
I
cannot
tell
you
exactly
why
I
've
changed
my
mind
;
but
I
shall
not
alter
it
again
;
and
as
I
said
before
,
I
beg
your
pardon
if
I
've
done
wrong
by
you
.
And
now
,
sir
,
if
you
please
,
good
night
.
"
"
But
I
do
not
please
.
You
shall
not
go
.
What
have
I
done
,
Mary
?
Tell
me
.
You
must
not
go
without
telling
me
how
I
have
vexed
you
.
What
would
you
have
me
do
?
"
"
Nothing
,
sir
!
but
(
in
an
agitated
tone
)
oh
!
let
me
go
!
You
cannot
change
my
mind
;
it
's
quite
made
up
.
Oh
,
sir
!
why
do
you
hold
me
so
tight
?
If
you
will
know
why
I
wo
n't
have
any
thing
more
to
do
with
you
,
it
is
that
I
cannot
love
you
.
I
have
tried
,
and
I
really
cannot
.
"
This
naive
and
candid
avowal
served
her
but
little
.
He
could
not
understand
how
it
could
be
true
.
Some
reason
lurked
behind
.
He
was
passionately
in
love
.
What
should
he
do
to
tempt
her
?
A
thought
struck
him
.
"
Listen
!
Mary
.
Nay
,
I
cannot
let
you
go
till
you
have
heard
me
.
I
do
love
you
dearly
;
and
I
wo
n't
believe
but
what
you
love
me
a
very
little
,
just
a
very
little
.
Well
,
if
you
do
n't
like
to
own
it
,
never
mind
!
I
only
want
now
to
tell
you
how
much
I
love
you
,
by
what
I
am
ready
to
give
up
for
you
.
You
know
(
or
perhaps
you
are
not
fully
aware
)
how
little
my
father
and
mother
would
like
me
to
marry
you
.
So
angry
would
they
be
,
and
so
much
ridicule
should
I
have
to
brave
,
that
of
course
I
have
never
thought
of
it
till
now
.
I
thought
we
could
be
happy
enough
without
marriage
.
"
(
Deep
sank
those
words
into
Mary
's
heart
.
)
"
But
now
,
if
you
like
,
I
'll
get
a
licence
to-morrow
morning
—
nay
,
to-night
,
and
I
'll
marry
you
in
defiance
of
all
the
world
,
rather
than
give
you
up
.
In
a
year
or
two
my
father
will
forgive
me
,
and
meanwhile
you
shall
have
every
luxury
money
can
purchase
,
and
every
charm
that
love
can
devise
to
make
your
life
happy
.
After
all
,
my
mother
was
but
a
factory
girl
.
"
(
This
was
said
half
to
himself
,
as
if
to
reconcile
himself
to
this
bold
step
.
)
"
Now
,
Mary
,
you
see
how
willing
I
am
to
—
to
sacrifice
a
good
deal
for
you
;
I
even
offer
you
marriage
,
to
satisfy
your
little
ambitious
heart
;
so
,
now
,
wo
n't
you
say
you
can
love
me
a
little
,
little
bit
?
"
He
pulled
her
towards
him
.
To
his
surprise
,
she
still
resisted
.
Yes
!
though
all
she
had
pictured
to
herself
for
so
many
months
in
being
the
wife
of
Mr.
Carson
was
now
within
her
grasp
,
she
resisted
.
His
speech
had
given
her
but
one
feeling
,
that
of
exceeding
great
relief
.
For
she
had
dreaded
,
now
she
knew
what
true
love
was
,
to
think
of
the
attachment
she
might
have
created
;
the
deep
feeling
her
flirting
conduct
might
have
called
out
.
She
had
loaded
herself
with
reproaches
for
the
misery
she
might
have
caused
.
It
was
a
relief
to
gather
that
the
attachment
was
of
that
low
,
despicable
kind
,
which
can
plan
to
seduce
the
object
of
its
affection
;
that
the
feeling
she
had
caused
was
shallow
enough
,
for
it
only
pretended
to
embrace
self
,
at
the
expense
of
the
misery
,
the
ruin
,
of
one
falsely
termed
beloved
.
She
need
not
be
penitent
to
such
a
plotter
!
That
was
the
relief
.
"
I
am
obliged
to
you
,
sir
,
for
telling
me
what
you
have
.
You
may
think
I
am
a
fool
;
but
I
did
think
you
meant
to
marry
me
all
along
;
and
yet
,
thinking
so
,
I
felt
I
could
not
love
you
.
Still
I
felt
sorry
I
had
gone
so
far
in
keeping
company
with
you
.
Now
,
sir
,
I
tell
you
,
if
I
had
loved
you
before
,
I
do
n't
think
I
should
have
loved
you
now
you
have
told
me
you
meant
to
ruin
me
;
for
that
's
the
plain
English
of
not
meaning
to
marry
me
till
just
this
minute
.
I
said
I
was
sorry
,
and
humbly
begged
your
pardon
;
that
was
before
I
knew
what
you
were
.
Now
I
scorn
you
,
sir
,
for
plotting
to
ruin
a
poor
girl
.
Good
night
.
"
And
with
a
wrench
,
for
which
she
had
reserved
all
her
strength
,
she
was
off
like
a
bolt
.
They
heard
her
flying
footsteps
echo
down
the
quiet
street
.
The
next
sound
was
Sally
's
laugh
,
which
grated
on
Mr.
Carson
's
ears
,
and
keenly
irritated
him
.
"
And
what
do
you
find
so
amusing
,
Sally
?
"
asked
he
.
"
Oh
,
sir
,
I
beg
your
pardon
.
I
humbly
beg
your
pardon
,
as
Mary
says
,
but
I
ca
n't
help
laughing
,
to
think
how
she
's
outwitted
us
.
"
(
She
was
going
to
have
said
,
"
outwitted
you
,
"
but
changed
the
pronoun
.
)
"
Why
,
Sally
,
had
you
any
idea
she
was
going
to
fly
out
in
this
style
?
"
"
No
,
I
had
n't
,
to
be
sure
.
But
if
you
did
think
of
marrying
her
,
why
(
if
I
may
be
so
bold
as
to
ask
)
did
you
go
and
tell
her
you
had
no
thought
of
doing
otherwise
by
her
?
That
was
what
put
her
up
at
last
!
"
"
Why
I
had
repeatedly
before
led
her
to
infer
that
marriage
was
not
my
object
.
I
never
dreamed
she
could
have
been
so
foolish
as
to
have
mistaken
me
,
little
provoking
romancer
though
she
be
!
So
I
naturally
wished
her
to
know
what
a
sacrifice
of
prejudice
,
of
—
of
myself
,
in
short
,
I
was
willing
to
make
for
her
sake
;
yet
I
do
n't
think
she
was
aware
of
it
after
all
.
I
believe
I
might
have
any
lady
in
Manchester
if
I
liked
,
and
yet
I
was
willing
and
ready
to
marry
a
poor
dress-maker
.
Do
n't
you
understand
me
now
?
and
do
n't
you
see
what
a
sacrifice
I
was
making
to
humour
her
?
and
all
to
no
avail
.
"
Sally
was
silent
,
so
he
went
on
:
"
My
father
would
have
forgiven
any
temporary
connexion
,
far
sooner
than
my
marrying
one
so
far
beneath
me
in
rank
.
"
"
I
thought
you
said
,
sir
,
your
mother
was
a
factory
girl
,
"
reminded
Sally
,
rather
maliciously
.
"
Yes
,
yes
!
—
but
then
my
father
was
in
much
such
a
station
;
at
any
rate
,
there
was
not
the
disparity
there
is
between
Mary
and
me
.
"
Another
pause
.
"
Then
you
mean
to
give
her
up
,
sir
?
She
made
no
bones
of
saying
she
gave
you
up
.
"
"
No
,
I
do
not
mean
to
give
her
up
,
whatever
you
and
she
may
please
to
think
.
I
am
more
in
love
with
her
than
ever
;
even
for
this
charming
capricious
ebullition
of
hers
.
She
'll
come
round
,
you
may
depend
upon
it
.
Women
always
do
.
They
always
have
second
thoughts
,
and
find
out
that
they
are
best
in
casting
off
a
lover
.
Mind
!
I
do
n't
say
I
shall
offer
her
the
same
terms
again
.
"
With
a
few
more
words
of
no
importance
,
the
allies
parted
.
CHAPTER
XII
.
OLD
ALICE
'S
BAIRN
.
"
I
lov
'd
him
not
;
and
yet
,
now
he
is
gone
,
I
feel
I
am
alone
.
I
check
'd
him
while
he
spoke
;
yet
,
could
he
speak
,
Alas
!
I
would
not
check
.
For
reasons
not
to
love
him
once
I
sought
,
And
wearied
all
my
thought
.
"
W
.
S.
Landor
.
And
now
Mary
had
,
as
she
thought
,
dismissed
both
her
lovers
.
But
they
looked
on
their
dismissals
with
very
different
eyes
.
He
who
loved
her
with
all
his
heart
and
with
all
his
soul
,
considered
his
rejection
final
.
He
did
not
comfort
himself
with
the
idea
,
which
would
have
proved
so
well
founded
in
his
case
,
that
women
have
second
thoughts
about
casting
off
their
lovers
.
He
had
too
much
respect
for
his
own
heartiness
of
love
to
believe
himself
unworthy
of
Mary
;
that
mock
humble
conceit
did
not
enter
his
head
.
He
thought
he
did
not
"
hit
Mary
's
fancy
;
"
and
though
that
may
sound
a
trivial
every-day
expression
,
yet
the
reality
of
it
cut
him
to
the
heart
.
Wild
visions
of
enlistment
,
of
drinking
himself
into
forgetfulness
,
of
becoming
desperate
in
some
way
or
another
,
entered
his
mind
;
but
then
the
thought
of
his
mother
stood
like
an
angel
with
a
drawn
sword
in
the
way
to
sin
.
For
,
you
know
,
"
he
was
the
only
son
of
his
mother
,
and
she
was
a
widow
;
"
dependent
on
him
for
daily
bread
.
So
he
could
not
squander
away
health
and
time
,
which
were
to
him
money
wherewith
to
support
her
failing
years
.
He
went
to
his
work
,
accordingly
,
to
all
outward
semblance
just
as
usual
;
but
with
a
heavy
,
heavy
heart
within
.
Mr.
Carson
,
as
we
have
seen
,
persevered
in
considering
Mary
's
rejection
of
him
as
merely
a
"
charming
caprice
.
"
If
she
were
at
work
,
Sally
Leadbitter
was
sure
to
slip
a
passionately
loving
note
into
her
hand
,
and
then
so
skilfully
move
away
from
her
side
,
that
Mary
could
not
