Ithink
;
but
I
should
be
afraid
to
tell
him
,
"
said
Lucilla
;
and
she
went
away
,
leaving
the
good
man
in
a
state
of
bewilderment
and
embarrassment
and
doubt
,
which
would
have
been
much
more
unpleasant
if
he
had
not
felt
so
flattered
at
the
same
time
.
"
I
never
meant
to
influence
anybody
,
I
am
sure
!
"
he
said
,
with
a
comical
mixture
of
complacence
and
dismay
,
when
Lucilla
was
gone
.
"
I
have
always
said
,
papa
,
that
you
do
n't
think
enough
of
the
weight
people
give
to
your
opinion
,
"
Miss
Brown
replied
,
as
she
gave
the
final
bath
to
her
negatives
;
and
they
both
left
off
work
with
a
certain
glow
of
comforted
amour
propre
,
and
the
most
benevolent
sentiments
towards
Mr
Ashburton
,
who
,
to
tell
the
truth
,
until
he
got
his
lesson
from
Miss
Marjoribanks
,
had
never
once
thought
about
the
opinion
of
Major
Brown
.
He
was
sitting
with
Aunt
Jemima
when
Lucilla
came
in
,
and
talking
to
her
in
a
steady
sort
of
a
way
.
Nothing
could
have
made
Mr
Ashburton
socially
attractive
,
but
still
there
are
many
people
to
whom
this
steady
sort
of
talk
is
more
agreeable
than
brilliancy
.
When
a
man
is
brilliant
there
is
always
a
doubt
in
some
minds
whether
he
is
trustworthy
,
or
sincere
,
or
to
be
relied
upon
;
but
an
ordinary
commonsense
sort
of
talker
is
free
from
such
suspicion
.
Mr
Ashburton
was
very
sorry
to
hear
that
Mrs
John
Marjoribanks
had
bad
nights
,
and
suggested
that
it
might
be
nervousness
,
and
hoped
that
the
air
of
Carlingford
would
do
her
good
,
and
was
very
glad
to
hear
that
her
son
was
getting
on
so
well
in
India
;
and
Aunt
Jemima
could
not
help
approving
of
him
,
and
feeling
that
he
was
a
person
of
substance
and
reflection
,
and
not
one
of
those
fly-away
young
men
who
turn
girls
'
heads
,
and
never
mean
anything
.
Lucilla
herself
gained
something
in
Mrs
John
's
eyes
from
Mr
Ashburton
's
high
opinion
;
but
at
the
same
time
it
was
quite
clear
that
he
was
not
thinking
of
anything
sentimental
,
but
was
quite
occupied
about
his
election
,
as
a
man
of
sense
should
be
.
Lucilla
came
in
with
a
fine
bloom
on
her
cheeks
,
but
still
with
a
shade
of
that
sadness
which
had
had
so
great
an
effect
upon
Major
Brown
.
She
had
taken
off
her
hat
before
she
came
in
,
and
dropped
into
her
chair
with
an
air
of
languor
and
fatigue
which
was
quite
unusual
to
her
.
"
It
makes
such
a
difference
in
life
when
one
has
something
on
one
's
mind
,
"
said
Lucilla
,
and
she
sighed
,
as
was
but
natural
;
for
though
that
did
not
affect
the
energy
of
her
proceedings
,
she
knew
and
remembered
at
moments
of
discouragement
how
seldom
one
's
most
disinterested
exertions
are
appreciated
at
the
end
.
"
You
want
your
lunch
,
my
dear
,
"
said
Mrs
John
.
"
Perhaps
I
do
,
"
said
Miss
Marjoribanks
,
with
a
mournful
affectionate
smile
.
"
I
have
been
sitting
to
Maria
Brown
.
She
has
taken
six
,
and
I
am
sure
they
are
every
one
more
hideous
than
the
other
;
and
they
will
go
all
over
England
,
you
know
,
for
the
Browns
have
hosts
of
people
belonging
to
them
;
and
everybody
will
say
,
'
So
that
is
Miss
Marjoribanks
.
'
I
do
n't
think
I
am
vain
to
speak
of
,
"
said
Lucilla
,
"
but
that
sort
of
thing
goes
to
one
's
heart
.
"
"
These
amateurs
are
terrible
people
,
"
said
Mr
Ashburton
,
in
his
steady
way
;
"
and
photographs
are
a
regular
nuisance
.
For
my
part
—
—
"
"
Do
n't
say
that
,
"
said
Miss
Marjoribanks
.
"
I
know
what
you
are
going
to
say
;
and
you
must
sit
to
her
,
please
.
I
have
said
already
she
must
do
one
of
you
;
and
I
will
tell
you
presently
about
the
Major
.
But
wait
and
talk
to
Aunt
Jemima
a
little
,
for
I
am
so
tired
,
"
said
Lucilla
.
She
was
lying
back
negligently
in
her
seat
,
with
that
air
of
languor
which
so
many
young
ladies
excel
in
,
but
which
was
for
her
a
novel
indulgence
.
Her
hand
hung
over
the
arm
of
her
chair
as
if
there
was
no
longer
any
force
in
it
.
Her
head
fell
back
,
her
eyes
were
half
closed
;
it
was
a
moment
of
abandonment
to
her
sensations
,
such
as
a
high-principled
young
woman
like
Miss
Marjoribanks
seldom
gives
way
to
.
But
Lucilla
went
into
it
conscientiously
,
as
into
everything
she
did
,
that
she
might
regain
her
strength
for
the
necessary
duties
that
were
before
her
.
And
it
was
at
this
moment
that
Thomas
appeared
at
the
door
with
a
suspicion
of
a
grin
appearing
at
the
corners
of
his
sober
mouth
,
and
announced
Mr
Cavendish
,
who
came
in
before
an
ordinary
woman
would
have
had
time
to
open
her
eyes
.
This
was
the
moment
he
had
chosen
for
his
first
visit
;
and
yet
it
was
not
he
who
had
chosen
it
,
but
fate
,
who
seemed
to
have
in
this
respect
a
spite
against
Lucilla
.
It
was
not
only
the
embarrassing
presence
of
his
rival
,
but
the
fact
that
neither
of
the
two
people
in
the
room
knew
or
had
ever
seen
Mr
Cavendish
,
that
put
a
climax
to
the
horror
of
the
situation
.
She
alone
knew
him
,
and
had
to
take
upon
herself
to
present
and
introduce
him
,
and
bridge
over
for
him
the
long
interval
of
absence
,
and
all
this
with
the
sense
of
being
in
the
enemy
's
interest
,
and
to
a
certain
extent
false
to
Mr
Cavendish
!
Lucilla
rose
at
once
,
but
she
was
not
a
woman
to
make
pretences
.
She
did
not
throw
off
all
in
a
moment
her
fatigue
,
and
dash
into
spasmodic
action
.
She
held
out
her
hand
silently
to
Mr
Cavendish
,
with
a
look
which
spoke
only
affectionate
satisfaction
in
a
friend
's
return
.
She
did
not
even
speak
at
all
for
the
first
moment
,
but
contented
herself
with
a
look
,
which
indeed
,
if
he
had
been
younger
and
less
preoccupied
,
would
no
doubt
have
touched
his
very
heart
.
"
So
you
have
really
come
back
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
am
so
glad
!
after
all
that
people
said
about
your
being
married
and
dead
and
ever
so
many
stupid
things
.
Oh
!
do
n't
look
at
me
,
please
.
It
does
n't
matter
with
a
gentleman
,
but
I
know
as
well
as
if
you
had
told
me
that
you
think
me
dreadfully
gone
off
—
—
"
"
I
entertain
such
a
profane
idea
!
"
said
Mr
Cavendish
;
but
he
was
considerably
embarrassed
,
and
he
was
a
great
deal
stouter
,
and
altogether
different
from
what
he
used
to
be
,
and
he
had
not
the
light
hand
of
his
youth
for
a
compliment
.
And
then
he
sat
down
on
the
chair
Thomas
had
given
him
;
and
he
looked
uncomfortable
,
to
say
the
least
of
it
;
and
he
was
getting
large
in
dimensions
and
a
little
red
in
the
face
,
and
had
by
no
means
the
air
of
thinking
that
it
did
n't
matter
for
a
gentleman
.
As
for
Miss
Marjoribanks
,
it
would
be
impossible
to
say
what
mists
of
illusion
dropped
away
from
her
mind
at
the
sight
of
him
.
Even
while
she
smiled
upon
the
new-comer
,
she
could
not
but
ask
herself
,
with
momentary
dismay
—
Had
she
really
gone
off
as
much
in
the
same
time
?
"
I
have
been
looking
for
you
,
"
Miss
Marjoribanks
resumed
;
"
I
waited
in
for
you
Tuesday
and
Wednesday
,
and
it
is
so
odd
you
should
have
come
just
at
this
minute
.
Aunt
Jemima
,
this
is
Mr
Cavendish
,
whom
you
have
heard
so
much
about
—
and
do
n't
go
,
please
,
Mr
Ashburton
—
you
two
must
know
each
other
.
You
will
be
hearing
of
each
other
constantly
;
and
I
suppose
you
will
have
to
shake
hands
or
something
on
the
hustings
—
so
it
will
be
much
the
best
to
begin
it
here
.
"
But
the
two
candidates
did
not
shake
hands
:
they
bowed
to
each
other
in
an
alarming
way
,
which
did
not
promise
much
for
their
future
brotherliness
,
and
then
they
both
stood
bolt
upright
and
stared
at
Miss
Marjoribanks
,
who
had
relapsed
,
in
the
pleasantest
way
in
the
world
,
into
her
easy-chair
.
"
Now
,
please
sit
down
and
talk
a
little
,
"
said
Lucilla
;
"
I
am
so
proud
of
having
you
both
together
.
There
never
has
been
anybody
in
the
world
that
I
have
missed
so
much
as
you
—
you
knew
that
when
you
went
away
,
but
you
did
n't
mind
.
Mr
Ashburton
is
very
nice
,
but
he
is
of
no
use
to
speak
of
in
an
evening
,
"
said
Miss
Marjoribanks
,
turning
a
reflective
glance
upon
her
own
candidate
with
a
certain
sadness
;
and
then
they
both
laughed
as
if
it
was
a
joke
;
but
it
was
no
joke
,
as
one
of
them
at
least
must
have
known
.
"
Lucilla
,
"
said
Mrs
John
,
with
consternation
,
"
I
never
heard
anybody
talk
as
you
do
;
I
am
sure
Mr
Ashburton
is
the
very
best
of
society
,
and
as
for
Mr
Cavendish
—
—
"
"
Dear
Aunt
Jemima
,
"
said
Lucilla
,
"
would
you
mind
ringing
the
bell
?
I
have
been
sitting
to
Maria
Brown
,
and
I
am
almost
fainting
.
I
wish
you
gentlemen
would
sit
to
her
;
it
would
please
her
,
and
it
would
not
do
you
much
harm
;
and
then
for
your
constituents
,
you
know
—
—
"
"
I
hope
you
do
n't
wish
me
to
look
like
one
of
Maria
Brown
's
photographs
to
my
constituents
,
"
said
Mr
Cavendish
;
"
but
then
I
am
happy
to
say
they
all
know
me
pretty
well
.
"
This
was
said
with
a
slight
touch
of
gentlemanly
spite
,
if
there
is
such
a
thing
;
for
,
after
all
,
he
was
an
old
power
in
Carlingford
,
though
he
had
been
so
long
away
.
"
Yes
,
"
said
Lucilla
reflectively
,
"
but
you
are
a
little
changed
since
then
;
a
little
perhaps
—
just
a
little
—
stouter
,
and
—
—
"
"
Gone
off
?
"
said
Mr
Cavendish
,
with
a
laugh
;
but
he
felt
horribly
disconcerted
all
the
same
,
and
savage
with
Miss
Marjoribanks
,
and
could
not
think
why
"
that
fellow
"
did
not
go
away
.
What
had
he
to
do
in
Lucilla
's
drawing-room
?
what
did
he
mean
by
sitting
down
again
and
talking
in
that
measured
way
to
the
old
lady
,
as
if
all
the
ordinary
rules
of
good
breeding
did
not
point
out
to
him
that
he
should
have
gone
away
and
left
the
field
clear
?
"
Oh
,
you
know
it
does
not
matter
for
a
gentleman
,
"
said
Lucilla
;
and
then
she
turned
to
Mr
Ashburton
—
"
I
am
sure
the
Major
wants
to
see
you
,
and
he
thinks
that
it
was
he
who
put
it
into
your
head
to
stand
.
He
was
here
that
day
at
lunch
,
you
know
,
and
it
was
something
he
said
—
—
"
"
Quite
true
,
"
said
Mr
Ashburton
in
his
business
way
.
"
I
shall
go
to
see
him
at
once
.
Thank
you
for
telling
me
of
it
,
Miss
Marjoribanks
;
I
shall
go
as
soon
as
I
leave
here
.
"
And
then
Mr
Cavendish
laughed
.
"
This
is
what
I
call
interesting
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
hope
Mr
Ashburton
sees
the
fun
;
but
it
is
trying
to
an
old
friend
to
hear
of
that
day
at
lunch
,
you
know
.
I
remember
when
these
sort
of
allusions
used
to
be
pleasant
enough
;
but
when
one
has
been
banished
for
a
thousand
years
—
—
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
Lucilla
,
"
one
leaves
all
that
behind
,
you
know
—
one
leaves
ever
so
many
things
behind
.
I
wish
we
could
always
be
twenty
,
for
my
part
.
I
always
said
,
you
know
,
that
I
should
be
gone
off
in
ten
years
.
"
"
Was
it
the
only
fib
you
ever
told
that
you
repeat
it
so
?
"
said
Mr
Cavendish
;
and
it
was
with
this
pretty
speech
that
he
took
her
downstairs
to
the
well-remembered
luncheon
.
"
But
you
have
gone
off
in
some
things
when
you
have
to
do
with
a
prig
like
that
,
"
he
said
in
her
ear
,
as
they
went
down
together
,
"
and
cast
off
old
friends
.
It
was
a
thing
a
fellow
did
not
expect
of
you
.
"
"
I
never
cast
off
old
friends
,
"
said
Miss
Marjoribanks
.
"
We
shall
look
for
you
on
Thursday
,
you
know
,
all
the
same
.
Must
you
go
,
Mr
Ashburton
,
when
lunch
is
on
the
table
?
But
then
,
to
be
sure
,
you
will
be
in
time
at
the
Browns
'
,
"
said
Lucilla
sweetly
,
and
she
gave
the
one
rival
her
hand
while
she
held
the
arm
of
the
other
,
at
the
door
of
the
dining-room
,
in
which
Mr
Ashburton
had
gallantly
deposited
Aunt
Jemima
before
saying
good-bye
.
They
were
both
looking
a
little
black
,
though
the
gloom
was
moderate
in
Mr
Ashburton
's
case
;
but
as
for
Lucilla
,
she
stood
between
them
a
picture
of
angelic
sweetness
and
goodness
,
giving
a
certain
measure
of
her
sympathy
to
both
—
Woman
the
Reconciler
,
by
the
side
of
those
other
characters
of
Inspirer
and
Consoler
,
of
which
the
world
has
heard
.
The
two
inferior
creatures
scowled
with
politeness
at
each
other
,
but
Miss
Marjoribanks
smiled
upon
them
both
.
Such
was
the
way
in
which
she
overcame
the
difficulties
of
the
meeting
.
Mr
Ashburton
went
away
a
little
annoyed
,
but
still
understanding
his
instructions
,
and
ready
to
act
upon
them
in
that
businesslike
way
he
had
,
and
Mr
Cavendish
remained
,
faintly
reassured
in
the
midst
of
his
soreness
and
mortification
,
by
at
least
having
the
field
to
himself
and
seeing
the
last
(
for
the
present
)
of
his
antagonist
—
which
was
a
kind
of
victory
in
its
way
.
"
I
thought
I
knew
you
better
than
to
think
you
ever
would
have
anything
to
do
with
that
sort
of
thing
,
"
said
Mr
Cavendish
.
"
There
are
people
,
you
know
,
whom
I
could
have
imagined
—
but
a
prig
like
that
.
"
He
became
indeed
quite
violent
,
as
Aunt
Jemima
said
afterwards
,
and
met
with
that
lady
's
decided
disapproval
,
as
may
be
supposed
.
"
Mr
Ashburton
is
very
well-bred
and
agreeable
,
"
Mrs
John
said
,
with
emphasis
.
"
I
wish
all
the
young
men
I
see
nowadays
were
as
nice
.
"
"
Young
men
!
"
said
Mr
Cavendish
.
"
Is
that
what
people
call
young
nowadays
?
And
he
must
be
insane
,
you
know
,
or
he
would
never
dream
of
representing
a
town
without
saying
a
single
word
about
his
principles
.
I
dare
say
he
thinks
it
is
original
,
"
said
the
unhappy
man
.
He
thought
he
was
pointing
out
his
rival
's
weakness
to
Lucilla
,
and
he
went
on
with
energy
—
"
I
know
you
better
than
to
think
you
can
like
that
milk-and-water
sort
of
thing
.
"
"
Oh
,
I
do
n't
pretend
to
know
anything
about
politics
,
"
said
Lucilla
.
"
I
hear
you
gentlemen
talk
,
but
I
never
pretend
to
understand
.
If
we
were
not
to
leave
you
that
all
to
yourselves
,
I
do
n't
know
what
you
could
find
to
do
,
"
Miss
Marjoribanks
added
compassionately
;
and
as
she
spoke
she
looked
so
like
the
Lucilla
of
old
,
who
had
schemed
and
plotted
for
Mr
Cavendish
,
that
he
could
not
believe
in
her
desertion
in
his
heart
.
"
That
is
a
delusion
like
the
going
off
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
ca
n't
believe
you
have
gone
over
to
the
enemy
.
When
I
remember
how
I
have
been
roving
about
all
those
ten
years
,
and
how
different
it
might
have
been
,
and
whose
fault
it
all
was
—
—
"
This
Mr
Cavendish
said
in
a
low
voice
,
but
it
did
not
the
less
horrify
Aunt
Jemima
,
who
felt
prepared
for
any
atrocity
after
it
.
She
would
have
withdrawn
,
in
justice
to
her
own
sense
of
propriety
;
but
then
she
thought
it
was
not
impossible
that
he
might
propose
to
Lucilla
on
the
spot
,
or
take
her
hand
or
something
,
and
for
propriety
's
sake
she
stayed
.
"
Yes
,
"
said
Lucilla
—
and
her
heart
did
for
one
little
moment
give
a
faint
thump
against
her
breast
.
She
could
not
help
thinking
what
a
difference
it
might
have
made
to
him
,
poor
fellow
,
had
he
been
under
her
lawful
and
righteous
sway
these
ten
years
.
But
as
she
looked
at
him
it
became
more
and
more
apparent
to
Miss
Marjoribanks
that
Mr
Cavendish
had
gone
off
,
whatever
she
herself
might
have
done
.
The
outlines
of
his
fine
figure
had
changed
considerably
,
and
his
face
was
a
little
red
,
and
he
had
the
look
of
a
man
whose
circumstances
,
spiritual
and
temporal
,
would
not
quite
bear
a
rigid
examination
.
As
she
looked
at
him
her
pity
became
tinged
by
a
certain
shade
of
resentment
to
think
that
after
all
it
was
his
own
fault
.
She
could
not
,
notwithstanding
her
natural
frankness
of
expression
,
say
to
him
,
"
You
foolish
soul
,
why
did
n't
you
marry
me
somehow
,
and
make
a
man
of
yourself
?
"
Lucilla
carried
honesty
very
far
,
but
she
could
not
go
as
far
as
that
.
"
Yes
,
"
she
said
,
turning
her
eyes
upon
him
with
a
sort
of
abstract
sympathy
,
and
then
she
added
softly
,
"
Have
you
ever
seen
Her
again
?
"
with
a
lowering
of
her
voice
.
This
interesting
question
,
which
utterly
bewildered
Aunt
Jemima
,
drove
Mr
Cavendish
wild
with
rage
.
Mrs
John
said
afterwards
that
she
felt
a
shiver
go
through
her
as
he
took
up
the
carving-knife
,
though
it
was
only
to
cut
some
cold
beef
.
He
grew
white
all
at
once
,
and
pressed
his
lips
tightly
together
,
and
fixed
his
eyes
on
the
wall
straight
before
him
.
"
I
did
not
think
,
after
what
I
once
said
to
you
,
Miss
Marjoribanks
,
that
you
would
continue
to
insult
my
judgment
in
that
way
,
"
he
said
,
with
a
chill
which
fell
upon
the
whole
table
,
and
took
the
life
out
of
everything
,
and
dimmed
the
very
fire
in
the
chimney
.
And
after
that
the
conversation
was
of
a
sufficiently
ordinary
description
until
they
went
back
again
into
the
drawing-room
,
by
which
time
Mr
Cavendish
seemed
to
have
concluded
that
it
was
best
to
pocket
the
affront
.
"
I
am
going
to
begin
my
canvass
to-morrow
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
have
not
seen
anybody
yet
.
I
have
nobody
but
my
sister
to
take
me
in
hand
,
you
know
.
There
was
once
a
time
when
it
might
have
been
different
"
—
and
he
gave
Lucilla
a
look
which
she
thought
on
the
whole
it
was
best
to
meet
.
"
Yes
,
"
said
Miss
Marjoribanks
,
with
cruel
distinctness
,
"
there
was
a
time
when
you
were
the
most
popular
man
in
Grange
Lane
—
everybody
was
fond
of
you
.
I
remember
it
as
if
it
had
been
yesterday
,
"
said
Lucilla
,
with
a
sigh
.
"
You
do
n't
give
a
man
much
encouragement
,
by
Jove
!
"
said
the
unlucky
candidate
.
"
You
remember
it
like
yesterday
?
It
may
be
vanity
,
but
I
flatter
myself
I
shall
still
be
found
the
most
popular
man
in
Grange
Lane
.
"
Miss
Marjoribanks
sighed
again
,
but
she
did
not
say
anything
.
On
the
contrary
she
turned
to
Aunt
Jemima
,
who
kept
in
the
background
an
alarmed
and
alert
spectator
,
to
consult
her
about
a
shade
of
wool
;
and
just
then
Mr
Cavendish
,
looking
out
of
the
window
,
saw
Major
Brown
conducting
his
rival
through
his
garden
,
and
shaking
hands
with
him
cordially
at
the
door
.
This
was
more
than
the
patience
of
the
other
candidate
could
bear
.
A
sudden
resolution
,
hot
and
angry
,
as
are
the
resolutions
of
men
who
feel
themselves
to
have
a
failing
cause
,
came
into
his
mind
.
He
had
been
badgered
and
baited
to
such
an
extent
(
as
he
thought
)
that
he
had
not
time
to
consider
if
it
was
wise
or
not
.
He
,
too
,
had
sat
to
Maria
Brown
,
and
commanded
once
the
warmest
admiration
of
the
household
.
He
thought
he
would
put
it
to
the
test
,
and
see
if
after
all
his
popularity
was
only
a
thing
to
be
remembered
like
yesterday
;
—
and
it
was
with
this
intention
that
he
bade
a
hurried
good-bye
to
Lucilla
,
and
,
rushing
out
,
threw
himself
at
once
upon
the
troubled
waves
of
society
,
which
had
once
been
as
smooth
as
glass
to
the
most
popular
man
in
Grange
Lane
.
Chapter
XLI
Mr
Cavendish
thought
he
had
been
an
object
of
admiration
to
Maria
Brown
,
as
we
have
said
.
He
thought
of
it
with
a
little
middle-aged
complacency
,
and
a
confidence
that
this
vague
sentiment
would
stand
the
test
he
was
about
to
apply
to
it
,
which
did
honour
to
the
freshness
of
his
heart
.
With
this
idea
it
was
Miss
Brown
he
asked
for
as
he
knocked
at
the
Major
's
door
;
and
he
found
them
both
in
the
drawing-room
,
Maria
with
gloves
on
to
hide
the
honourable
stains
of
her
photography
,
which
made
her
comparatively
useless
when
she
was
out
of
her
"
studio
"
—
and
her
father
walking
about
in
a
state
of
excitement
,
which
was
,
indeed
,
what
Mr
Cavendish
expected
.
The
two
exchanged
a
guilty
look
when
they
saw
who
their
visitor
was
.
They
looked
as
people
might
well
look
who
had
been
caught
in
the
fact
and
did
not
know
how
to
get
over
it
.
They
came
forward
,
both
of
them
,
with
a
cowardly
cordiality
and
eagerness
to
welcome
him
—
"
How
very
good
of
you
to
come
to
see
us
so
soon
!
"
Miss
Brown
said
,
and
fluttered
and
looked
at
her
father
,
and
could
not
tell
what
more
to
say
.
And
then
a
dead
pause
fell
upon
them
—
such
a
pause
as
not
unfrequently
falls
upon
people
who
have
got
through
their
mutual
greetings
almost
with
an
excess
of
cordiality
.
They
stopped
short
all
at
once
,
and
looked
at
each
other
,
and
smiled
,
and
made
a
fatal
conscious
effort
to
talk
of
something
.
"
It
is
so
good
of
you
to
come
so
soon
,
"
Miss
Brown
repeated
;
"
perhaps
you
have
been
to
see
Lucilla
,
"
and
then
she
stopped
again
,
slightly
tremulous
,
and
turned
an
appealing
gaze
to
her
papa
.
"
I
have
come
to
see
you
,
"
said
Mr
Cavendish
,
plucking
up
all
his
courage
.
"
I
have
been
a
long
time
gone
,
you
know
,
but
I
have
not
forgotten
Carlingford
;
and
you
must
forgive
me
for
saying
that
I
was
very
glad
to
hear
I
might
still
come
to
see
—
Miss
Brown
.
As
for
Lydia
?
"
said
the
candidate
,
looking
about
him
with
a
smile
.
"
Ah
,
Lydia
,
"
said
her
sister
,
with
a
sigh
—
"
her
eldest
is
eight
,
Mr
Cavendish
.
We
do
n't
see
her
as
often
as
we
should
like
—
marriage
makes
such
a
difference
.
Of
course
it
is
quite
natural
she
should
be
all
for
her
own
family
now
.
"
"
Quite
natural
,
"
said
Mr
Cavendish
,
and
then
he
turned
to
the
Major
.
"
I
do
n't
think
there
are
quite
so
many
public
changes
as
I
expected
to
see
.
The
old
Rector
always
holds
out
,
and
the
old
Colonel
;
and
you
have
not
done
much
that
I
can
see
about
the
new
paving
.
You
know
what
I
have
come
home
about
,
Major
;
and
I
am
sure
I
can
count
upon
you
to
support
me
,
"
the
candidate
said
,
with
a
great
deal
more
confidence
than
he
felt
in
his
voice
.
Major
Brown
cleared
his
throat
;
his
heart
was
moved
by
the
familiar
voice
,
and
he
could
not
conceal
his
embarrassment
.
"
I
hope
nothing
will
ever
occur
,
"
he
said
,
"
to
make
any
difference
in
the
friendly
feelings
—
I
am
sure
I
shall
be
very
glad
to
welcome
you
back
permanently
to
Carlingford
.
You
may
always
rest
assured
of
that
,
"
and
he
held
out
his
hand
.
But
he
grew
red
as
he
thought
of
his
treachery
,
and
Maria
,
who
was
quaking
over
it
,
did
not
even
try
to
say
a
word
to
help
him
—
and
as
for
Mr
Cavendish
,
he
took
up
his
position
on
the
arm
of
the
sofa
,
as
he
used
to
do
.
But
he
had
a
slim
youthful
figure
when
he
used
to
do
it
,
and
now
the
attitude
was
one
which
revealed
a
certain
dawning
rotundity
,
very
different
,
as
Maria
afterwards
said
,
from
one
's
idea
of
Mr
Cavendish
.
He
was
not
aware
of
it
himself
,
but
as
these
two
people
looked
,
their
simultaneous
thought
was
how
much
he
had
changed
.
"
Thank
you
,
you
are
very
kind
,
"
said
Mr
Cavendish
.
"
I
have
been
a
little
lazy
,
I
am
afraid
,
since
I
came
here
;
but
I
expect
my
agent
down
to-night
,
and
then
,
I
hope
,
you
'll
come
over
to
my
place
and
have
a
talk
with
Woodburn
and
Centum
and
the
rest
about
it
.
I
am
a
poor
tactician
,
for
my
part
.
You
shall
contrive
what
is
best
to
be
done
,
and
I
'll
carry
it
out
.
I
suppose
I
may
expect
almost
to
walk
over
,
"
he
said
.
It
was
the
confidence
of
despair
that
moved
him
.
The
more
he
saw
that
his
cause
was
lost
,
the
more
he
would
make
it
out
that
he
was
sure
to
win
—
which
is
not
an
unusual
state
of
mind
.
"
I
—
I
do
n't
know
,
I
am
sure
,
"
said
poor
Major
Brown
.
"
To
tell
the
truth
,
I
—
though
I
can
safely
say
my
sympathies
are
always
with
you
,
Cavendish
—
I
—
have
been
so
unfortunate
as
to
commit
myself
,
you
know
.
It
was
quite
involuntary
,
I
am
sure
,
for
I
never
thought
my
casual
expression
of
opinion
likely
to
have
any
weight
—
—
"
"
Papa
never
will
perceive
the
weight
that
is
attached
to
his
opinion
,
"
said
Miss
Brown
.
"
I
was
not
thinking
of
it
in
the
least
,
Maria
,
"
said
the
modest
Major
;
"
but
the
fact
is
,
it
seems
to
have
been
that
that
decided
Ashburton
to
stand
;
and
after
drawing
a
man
in
to
such
a
thing
,
the
least
one
can
do
is
to
back
him
out
in
it
.
Nobody
had
an
idea
then
,
you
know
,
that
you
were
coming
back
,
my
dear
fellow
.
I
assure
you
,
if
I
had
known
—
—
"
"
But
even
if
you
had
known
,
you
know
you
never
meant
it
,
papa
,
"
said
Maria
.
And
Mr
Cavendish
sat
on
the
arm
of
the
sofa
,
and
put
his
hands
deep
into
his
pockets
,
and
dropped
his
upper
lip
,
and
knit
his
eyebrows
a
little
,
and
listened
to
the
anxious
people
excusing
themselves
.
He
did
not
make
any
answer
one
way
or
another
.
He
was
terribly
mortified
and
disappointed
,
and
it
went
against
his
pride
to
make
further
remonstrances
.
When
they
had
done
,
he
got
down
off
his
seat
and
took
his
right
hand
out
of
his
pocket
and
offered
it
to
Miss
Brown
,
who
,
putting
her
own
into
it
,
poor
soul
!
with
the
remembrance
of
her
ancient
allegiance
,
was
like
to
cry
.
"
Well
,
"
he
said
,
"
if
that
is
the
case
,
I
suppose
I
need
not
bother
you
any
longer
.
You
'll
give
me
your
good
wishes
all
the
same
.
I
used
to
hear
of
Ashburton
sometimes
,
but
I
never
had
the
least
idea
he
was
so
popular
.
And
to
tell
the
truth
,
I
do
n't
think
he
's
any
great
things
to
brag
of
—
though
I
suppose
it
's
not
to
be
expected
I
should
appreciate
his
qualities
,
"
Mr
Cavendish
added
,
with
a
laugh
.
As
for
Miss
Brown
,
it
was
all
she
could
do
to
keep
from
crying
as
he
went
away
.
She
said
she
could
see
,
by
the
way
he
left
the
drawing-room
,
that
he
was
a
stricken
deer
;
and
yet
,
notwithstanding
this
sympathetic
feeling
,
she
could
not
but
acknowledge
,
when
Miss
Marjoribanks
mentioned
it
,
that
,
to
have
been
such
a
handsome
man
,
he
was
inconceivably
gone
off
.
Mr
Cavendish
went
up
Grange
Lane
with
his
hands
in
his
pockets
,
and
tried
to
think
that
he
did
not
care
;
but
he
did
care
all
the
same
,
and
was
very
bitter
in
his
mind
over
the
failure
of
friends
and
the
vanity
of
expectations
.
The
last
time
he
had
walked
past
those
garden
walls
he
had
thought
himself
sure
of
the
support
of
Carlingford
,
and
the
personal
esteem
of
all
the
people
in
all
the
houses
he
was
passing
.
It
was
after
the
Archdeacon
had
broken
down
in
his
case
against
the
man
whom
he
called
an
adventurer
,
and
when
Mr
Cavendish
felt
all
the
sweetness
of
being
a
member
of
an
oligarchy
,
and
entitled
to
the
sympathy
and
support
of
his
order
.
Now
he
went
along
the
same
path
with
his
hat
over
his
ears
and
his
hands
in
his
pockets
,
and
rage
and
pain
in
his
heart
.
Whose
fault
was
it
that
his
friends
had
deserted
him
and
Carlingford
knew
him
no
more
?
He
might
as
well
have
asked
whose
fault
it
was
that
he
was
getting
stout
and
red
in
the
face
,
and
had
not
the
same
grace
of
figure
nor
ease
of
mind
as
he
used
to
have
?
He
had
come
very
near
to
settling
down
and
becoming
a
man
of
domestic
respectability
in
this
quiet
place
,
and
he
had
just
escaped
in
time
,
and
had
laughed
over
it
since
,
and
imagined
himself
,
with
much
glee
,
an
old
fogy
looking
after
a
lot
of
children
.
But
the
fact
is
that
men
do
become
old
fogies
even
when
they
have
no
children
to
look
after
,
and
lose
their
figure
and
their
elasticity
just
as
soon
and
perhaps
a
little
sooner
in
the
midst
of
what
is
called
life
than
in
any
milder
scene
of
enjoyment
.
And
it
would
have
been
very
handy
just
now
to
have
been
sure
of
his
election
without
paying
much
for
it
.
He
had
been
living
fast
,
and
spending
a
great
deal
of
money
,
and
this
,
after
all
,
was
the
only
real
ambition
he
had
ever
had
;
and
he
had
thought
within
himself
that
if
he
won
he
would
change
his
mode
of
life
,
and
turn
over
a
new
leaf
,
and
become
all
at
once
a
different
man
.
When
a
man
has
made
such
a
resolution
,
and
feels
not
only
that
a
mere
success
but
a
moral
reformation
depends
upon
his
victory
,
he
may
be
permitted
to
consider
that
he
has
a
right
to
win
;
and
it
may
be
divined
what
his
state
of
mind
was
when
he
had
made
the
discovery
that
even
his
old
friends
did
not
see
his
election
to
be
of
any
such
importance
as
he
did
,
and
could
think
of
a
miserable
little
bit
of
self-importance
or
gratified
vanity
more
than
of
his
interests
—
even
the
women
who
had
once
been
so
kind
to
him
!
He
had
just
got
so
far
in
his
thoughts
when
he
met
Mr
Centum
,
who
stared
for
a
moment
,
and
then
burst
into
one
of
his
great
laughs
as
he
greeted
him
.
"
Good
Lord
!
Cavendish
,
is
this
you
?
I
never
expected
to
see
you
like
that
!
"
the
banker
said
,
in
his
coarse
way
.
"
You
're
stouter
than
I
am
,
old
fellow
;
and
such
an
Adonis
as
you
used
to
be
!
"
Mr
Cavendish
had
to
bear
all
this
without
giving
way
to
his
feelings
,
or
even
showing
them
any
more
than
he
could
help
it
.
Nobody
would
spare
him
that
imbecile
suggestion
as
to
how
things
used
to
be
.
To
be
growing
stouter
than
Centum
without
Centum
's
excuse
of
being
a
well-to-do
householder
and
father
of
a
family
,
and
respectable
man
from
whom
stoutness
was
expected
,
was
very
bitter
to
him
:
but
he
had
to
gulp
it
down
,
and
recollect
that
Centum
was
as
yet
the
only
influential
supporter
,
except
his
brother-in-law
,
whom
he
had
in
Carlingford
.
"
What
have
you
been
doing
with
yourself
since
you
came
that
nobody
has
seen
you
?
"
said
Mr
Centum
.
"
If
you
are
to
do
any
good
here
,
you
know
,
we
shall
have
to
look
alive
.
"
"
I
have
been
ill
,
"
said
the
unfortunate
candidate
,
with
a
little
natural
loss
of
temper
.
"
You
would
not
have
a
man
to
trudge
about
at
this
time
of
year
in
all
weathers
when
he
is
ill.
"
"
I
would
not
be
ill
again
,
if
I
were
you
,
till
it
's
all
over
,
"
said
Mr
Centum
.
"
We
shall
have
to
fight
every
inch
of
our
ground
;
and
I
tell
you
that
fellow
Ashburton
knows
what
he
's
about
—
he
goes
at
everything
in
a
steady
sort
of
way
.
He
's
not
brilliant
,
you
know
,
but
he
's
sure
—
—
"
"
Brilliant
!
"
said
Mr
Cavendish
,
"
I
should
think
not
.
It
is
Lucilla
Marjoribanks
who
is
putting
him
up
to
it
.
You
know
she
had
an
old
grudge
at
me
.
"
"
Oh
,
nonsense
about
Lucilla
,
"
said
Mr
Centum
.
"
I
can
tell
you
Ashburton
is
not
at
all
a
contemptible
adversary
.
He
is
going
to
work
in
the
cunningest
way
—
not
a
woman
's
sort
of
thing
,
and
he
's
not
a
ladies
'
man
like
you
,
"
the
banker
added
,
with
a
laugh
.
"
But
I
am
afraid
you
ca
n't
go
in
for
that
sort
of
thing
as
you
used
to
do
,
Cavendish
.
You
should
marry
,
and
settle
,
and
become
a
steady
member
of
society
,
now
you
've
grown
so
stout
.
"
This
was
the
kind
of
way
in
which
he
was
addressed
even
by
his
own
supporter
,
who
uttered
another
great
laugh
as
he
went
off
upon
his
busy
way
.
It
was
a
sort
of
thing
Mr
Cavendish
was
not
used
to
,
and
he
felt
it
accordingly
.
To
be
sure
he
knew
that
he
was
ten
years
older
,
and
that
there
were
several
things
which
he
could
not
do
with
the
same
facility
as
in
his
youth
.
But
he
had
saved
up
Carlingford
in
his
imagination
as
a
spot
in
which
he
would
always
be
young
,
and
where
nobody
should
find
out
the
difference
;
and
instead
of
that
,
it
was
precisely
in
Carlingford
that
he
was
fated
to
hear
how
changed
he
was
,
with
a
frankness
which
only
old
friends
would
have
been
justified
in
using
.
As
for
Lucilla
Marjoribanks
,
she
was
rather
better
looking
than
otherwise
,
and
absolutely
had
not
gone
off
.
It
did
not
occur
to
Mr
Cavendish
that
this
might
be
because
Lucilla
at
present
was
not
still
so
old
as
he
had
been
ten
years
ago
,
in
the
period
which
he
now
considered
his
youth
.
He
was
rather
disposed
,
on
the
contrary
,
to
take
a
moral
view
,
and
to
consider
that
it
was
her
feminine
incapacity
for
going
too
far
,
which
had
kept
years
and
amusements
from
having
their
due
effect
upon
Miss
Marjoribanks
.
And
,
poor
fellow
,
he
had
gone
too
far
.
He
had
not
been
as
careful
in
his
life
as
he
might
have
been
had
he
stayed
at
Carlingford
;
and
now
he
was
paying
the
penalty
.
Such
was
the
edifying
state
of
mind
which
he
had
come
to
when
he
reached
the
top
of
Grove
Street
.
And
there
a
waft
of
soft
recollections
came
across
his
mind
.
In
the
absence
of
all
sympathy
he
could
not
help
turning
back
to
the
thought
of
the
enchantress
of
old
who
used
to
sing
to
him
,
and
listen
to
him
,
and
storm
at
him
.
Probably
he
would
have
ended
by
strolling
along
the
familiar
street
,
and
canvassing
for
Mr
Lake
's
vote
,
which
would
have
done
him
no
good
in
Carlingford
,
but
just
then
Dr
Marjoribanks
stopped
in
his
brougham
.
The
Doctor
was
looking
very
strange
that
morning
,
though
nobody
had
particularly
remarked
it
—
perhaps
because
he
smoothed
his
countenance
when
he
was
out
of
the
brougham
,
which
was
his
refuge
when
he
had
anything
to
think
about
.
But
he
stopped
suddenly
to
speak
to
Mr
Cavendish
,
and
perhaps
he
had
not
time
to
perform
that
ceremony
.
He
looked
dark
and
cloudy
,
and
constrained
,
and
as
if
he
forced
himself
to
speak
;
which
,
to
be
sure
,
under
the
circumstances
,
was
not
so
very
strange
.
"
I
am
very
glad
to
see
you
,
"
the
Doctor
said
,
"
though
you
were
a
day
too
late
,
you
know
.
Why
did
n't
you
give
us
warning
before
we
all
went
and
committed
ourselves
?
If
we
had
known
that
you
were
coming
—
—
"
"
Ah
,
that
's
what
old
Brown
said
,
"
said
Mr
Cavendish
,
with
a
slight
shrug
of
his
shoulders
;
which
was
imprudent
,
for
the
Major
was
not
so
old
as
the
Doctor
,
and
besides
was
a
much
less
important
man
in
Grange
Lane
.
"
So
you
have
been
to
see
old
Brown
,
"
said
Dr
Marjoribanks
,
in
his
dry
way
.
"
He
always
was
a
great
admirer
of
yours
.
I
ca
n't
wish
you
luck
,
you
know
,
for
if
you
win
we
lose
—
—
"
"
Oh
,
I
do
n't
want
you
to
wish
me
luck
.
I
do
n't
suppose
there
can
be
much
comparison
between
my
chance
and
that
of
a
new
man
whom
nobody
ever
heard
of
in
my
time
,
"
said
the
candidate
for
Carlingford
.
"
I
thought
you
Scotchmen
,
Doctor
,
always
liked
to
be
on
the
winning
side
.
"
"
We
've
a
way
of
making
our
side
the
winning
side
,
"
said
Dr
Marjoribanks
grimly
,
for
he
was
touchy
where
his
nationality
was
concerned
.
"
Health
all
right
,
I
hope
?
"
he
added
,
looking
at
Mr
Cavendish
with
that
critical
medical
glance
which
shows
that
a
verbal
response
is
quite
unnecessary
.
This
time
there
was
in
the
look
a
certain
insinuation
of
doubt
on
the
subject
,
which
was
not
pleasant
.
"
You
are
getting
stout
,
I
see
,
"
Dr
Marjoribanks
added
—
not
laughing
,
but
as
if
that
too
was
poor
Mr
Cavendish
's
fault
.
"
Yes
,
I
'm
very
well
,
"
he
answered
curtly
;
but
the
truth
was
that
he
did
not
feel
sure
that
he
was
quite
well
after
he
had
seen
the
critical
look
in
Dr
Marjoribanks
's
eye
.
"
You
young
men
always
go
too
fast
,
"
said
the
Doctor
,
with
a
strange
little
smile
;
but
the
term
at
least
was
consolatory
;
and
after
that
Doctor
Marjoribanks
quite
changed
his
tone
.
"
Have
you
heard
Woodburn
talking
of
that
great
crash
in
town
?
"
he
said
—
"
that
India
house
,
you
know
—
I
suppose
it
's
quite
true
?
"
"
Quite
true
,
"
said
Mr
Cavendish
,
promptly
,
and
somehow
he
felt
a
pleasure
in
saying
it
.
"
I
got
all
the
particulars
to-day
in
one
of
my
letters
—
and
lots
of
private
people
involved
,
which
is
always
the
way
with
these
old
houses
,
"
he
added
,
with
a
mixture
of
curiosity
and
malice
—
"
widows
,
and
all
sorts
of
superannuated
folks
.
"
"
It
's
a
great
pity
,
"
said
the
Doctor
:
"
I
knew
old
Lichfield
once
,
the
chief
partner
—
I
am
very
sorry
to
hear
it
's
true
;
"
and
then
the
two
shook
hands
,
and
the
brougham
drove
on
.
As
for
Mr
Cavendish
,
he
made
up
his
mind
at
once
that
the
Doctor
was
involved
,
and
was
not
sorry
,
and
felt
that
it
was
a
sort
of
judicial
recompense
for
his
desertion
of
his
friends
.
And
he
went
home
to
tell
his
sister
of
it
,
who
shared
in
his
sentiments
.
And
then
it
was
not
worth
while
going
out
any
more
that
day
—
for
the
electioneering
agent
,
who
knew
all
about
it
,
was
not
coming
till
the
last
train
.
"
I
suppose
I
shall
have
to
work
when
he
is
here
,
"
Mr
Cavendish
said
.
And
in
the
meantime
he
threw
himself
into
an
easy
chair
.
Perhaps
that
was
why
he
was
getting
so
stout
.
And
in
the
meantime
the
Doctor
went
on
visiting
his
patients
.
When
he
came
back
to
his
brougham
between
his
visits
,
and
went
bowling
along
in
that
comfortable
way
,
along
the
familiar
roads
,
there
was
a
certain
glumness
upon
his
face
.
He
was
not
a
demonstrative
man
,
but
when
he
was
alone
you
could
tell
by
certain
lines
about
the
well-worn
cordage
of
his
countenance
whether
all
was
right
with
the
Doctor
;
and
it
was
easy
to
see
just
at
this
moment
that
all
was
not
right
with
him
.
But
he
did
not
say
anything
about
it
when
he
got
home
;
on
the
contrary
,
he
was
just
as
usual
,
and
told
his
daughter
all
about
his
encounter
with
Mr
Cavendish
.
"
A
man
at
his
time
of
life
has
no
right
to
get
fat
—
it
's
a
sort
of
thing
I
do
n't
like
to
see
.
And
he
'll
never
be
a
ladies
'
man
no
more
,
Lucilla
,
"
said
the
Doctor
,
with
a
gleam
of
humour
in
his
eye
.
"
He
is
exactly
like
George
the
Fourth
,
papa
,
"
said
Miss
Marjoribanks
;
and
the
Doctor
laughed
as
he
sat
down
to
dinner
.
If
he
had
anything
on
his
mind
he
bore
it
like
a
hero
,
and
gave
no
sign
;
but
then
,
as
Mrs
John
very
truly
remarked
,
when
a
man
does
not
disclose
his
annoyances
they
always
tell
more
upon
him
in
the
end
.
Chapter
XLII
There
were
a
great
many
reasons
why
this
should
be
a
critical
period
in
Miss
Marjoribanks
's
life
.
For
one
thing
,
it
was
the
limit
she
had
always
proposed
to
herself
for
her
term
of
young-ladyhood
;
and
naturally
,
as
she
outgrew
the
age
for
them
,
she
felt
disposed
to
put
away
childish
things
.
To
have
the
control
of
society
in
her
hands
was
a
great
thing
;
but
still
the
mere
means
,
without
any
end
,
was
not
worth
Lucilla
's
while
—
and
her
Thursdays
were
almost
a
bore
to
her
in
her
present
stage
of
development
.
They
occurred
every
week
,
to
be
sure
,
as
usual
;
but
the
machinery
was
all
perfect
,
and
went
on
by
itself
,
and
it
was
not
in
the
nature
of
things
that
such
a
light
adjunct
of
existence
should
satisfy
Lucilla
,
as
she
opened
out
into
the
ripeness
of
her
thirtieth
year
.
It
was
this
that
made
Mr
Ashburton
so
interesting
to
her
,
and
his
election
a
matter
into
which
she
entered
so
warmly
,
for
she
had
come
to
an
age
at
which
she
might
have
gone
into
Parliament
herself
had
there
been
no
disqualification
of
sex
,
and
when
it
was
almost
a
necessity
for
her
to
make
some
use
of
her
social
influence
.
Miss
Marjoribanks
had
her
own
ideas
in
respect
to
charity
,
and
never
went
upon
ladies
'
committees
,
nor
took
any
further
share
than
what
was
proper
and
necessary
in
parish
work
;
and
when
a
woman
has
an
active
mind
,
and
still
does
not
care
for
parish
work
,
it
is
a
little
hard
for
her
to
find
a
"
sphere
.
"
And
Lucilla
,
though
she
said
nothing
about
a
sphere
,
was
still
more
or
less
in
that
condition
of
mind
which
has
been
so
often
and
so
fully
described
to
the
British
public
—
when
the
ripe
female
intelligence
,
not
having
the
natural
resource
of
a
nursery
and
a
husband
to
manage
,
turns
inwards
,
and
begins
to
"
make
a
protest
"
against
the
existing
order
of
society
,
and
to
call
the
world
to
account
for
giving
it
no
due
occupation
—
and
to
consume
itself
.
She
was
not
the
woman
to
make
protests
,
nor
claim
for
herself
the
doubtful
honours
of
a
false
position
;
but
she
felt
all
the
same
that
at
her
age
she
had
outlived
the
occupations
that
were
sufficient
for
her
youth
.
To
be
sure
,
there
were
still
the
dinners
to
attend
to
,
a
branch
of
human
affairs
worthy
of
the
weightiest
consideration
,
and
she
had
a
house
of
her
own
,
as
much
as
if
she
had
been
half
a
dozen
times
married
;
but
still
there
are
instincts
which
go
even
beyond
dinners
,
and
Lucilla
had
become
conscious
that
her
capabilities
were
greater
than
her
work
.
She
was
a
Power
in
Carlingford
,
and
she
knew
it
;
but
still
there
is
little
good
in
the
existence
of
a
Power
unless
it
can
be
made
use
of
for
some
worthy
end
.
She
was
coming
up
Grange
Lane
rather
late
one
evening
,
pondering
upon
these
things
—
thinking
within
herself
compassionately
of
poor
Mr
Cavendish
,
a
little
in
the
same
way
as
he
had
been
thinking
of
her
,
but
from
the
opposite
point
of
view
.
For
Lucilla
could
not
but
see
the
antithesis
of
their
position
,
and
how
he
was
the
foolish
apprentice
who
had
chosen
his
own
way
and
was
coming
to
a
bad
end
,
while
she
was
the
steady
one
about
to
ride
by
in
her
Lord
Mayor
's
coach
.
And
Miss
Marjoribanks
was
thinking
at
the
same
time
of
the
other
candidate
,
whose
canvass
was
going
on
so
successfully
;
and
that
,
after
the
election
and
all
the
excitement
was
over
,
she
would
feel
a
blank
—
and
Lucilla
did
not
see
how
the
blank
was
to
be
filled
up
as
she
looked
into
the
future
;
for
,
as
has
been
said
,
parish
work
was
not
much
in
her
way
,
and
for
a
woman
who
feels
that
she
is
a
Power
,
there
are
so
few
other
outlets
.
She
was
a
little
disheartened
as
she
thought
it
all
over
.
Gleams
of
possibility
,
it
is
true
,
crossed
her
mind
,
such
as
that
of
marrying
the
member
for
Carlingford
,
for
instance
,
and
thus
beginning
a
new
and
more
important
career
;
but
she
was
too
experienced
a
woman
not
to
be
aware
by
this
time
,
that
possibilities
which
did
not
depend
upon
herself
alone
had
better
not
be
calculated
upon
.
And
there
did
occur
to
her
,
among
other
things
,
the
idea
of
making
a
great
Experiment
which
could
be
carried
out
only
by
a
woman
of
genius
—
of
marrying
a
poor
man
,
and
affording
to
Carlingford
and
England
an
example
which
might
influence
unborn
generations
.
Such
were
the
thoughts
that
were
passing
through
her
mind
when
,
to
her
great
surprise
,
she
came
up
to
her
father
,
walking
up
Grange
Lane
over
the
dirty
remains
of
the
snow
—
for
there
was
a
great
deal
of
snow
that
year
.
It
was
so
strange
a
sight
to
see
Dr
Marjoribanks
walking
that
at
the
first
glance
Lucilla
was
startled
,
and
thought
something
was
the
matter
;
but
,
of
course
,
it
all
arose
from
a
perfectly
natural
and
explainable
cause
.
"
I
have
been
down
to
see
Mrs
Chiley
,
"
said
the
Doctor
;
"
she
has
her
rheumatism
very
bad
again
;
and
the
horse
has
been
so
long
out
that
I
thought
I
would
walk
home
.
I
think
the
old
lady
is
a
little
upset
about
Cavendish
,
Lucilla
.
He
was
always
a
pet
of
hers
.
"
"
Dear
Mrs
Chiley
!
she
is
not
very
bad
,
I
hope
?
"
said
Miss
Marjoribanks
.
"
Oh
,
no
,
she
is
not
very
bad
,
"
said
the
Doctor
,
in
a
dreary
tone
.
"
The
poor
old
machine
is
just
about
breaking
up
,
that
is
all
.
We
can
cobble
it
this
once
,
but
next
time
perhaps
—
—
"
"
Do
n't
talk
in
such
a
disheartening
way
,
papa
,
"
said
Lucilla
.
"
I
am
sure
she
is
not
so
very
old
.
"
"
We
're
all
pretty
old
,
for
that
matter
,
"
said
the
Doctor
;
"
we
ca
n't
run
on
for
ever
,
you
know
.
If
you
had
been
a
boy
like
that
stupid
fellow
Tom
,
you
might
have
carried
on
my
practice
,
Lucilla
—
and
even
extended
it
,
I
should
n't
wonder
,
"
Dr
Marjoribanks
added
,
with
a
little
grunt
,
as
who
should
say
that
is
the
way
of
the
world
.
"
But
I
am
not
a
boy
,
"
said
Lucilla
mildly
;
"
and
even
if
I
had
been
,
you
know
,
I
might
have
chosen
another
profession
.
Tom
never
had
any
turn
for
medicine
that
I
ever
heard
of
—
—
"
"
I
hope
you
know
pretty
well
about
all
the
turns
he
ever
had
with
that
old
—
woman
,
"
said
the
Doctor
,
pulling
himself
up
sharply
,
"
always
at
your
ear
.
I
suppose
she
never
talks
of
anything
else
.
But
I
hope
you
have
too
much
sense
for
that
sort
of
thing
,
Lucilla
.
Tom
will
never
be
anything
but
a
poor
man
if
he
were
to
live
a
hundred
years
.
"
"
Perhaps
not
,
papa
,
"
said
Lucilla
,
with
a
little
sigh
.
The
Doctor
knew
nothing
about
the
great
social
experiment
which
it
had
entered
into
Miss
Marjoribanks
's
mind
to
make
for
the
regeneration
of
her
contemporaries
and
the
good
of
society
,
or
possibly
he
might
not
have
distinguished
Tom
by
that
particular
title
.
Was
it
he
,
perhaps
,
who
was
destined
to
be
the
hero
of
a
domestic
drama
embodying
the
best
principles
of
that
Moral
Philosophy
which
Lucilla
had
studied
with
such
success
at
Mount
Pleasant
?
She
did
not
ask
herself
the
question
,
for
things
had
not
as
yet
come
to
that
point
,
but
it
gleamed
upon
her
mind
as
by
a
side-light
.
"
I
do
n't
know
how
you
would
get
on
if
you
were
poor
,
"
said
the
Doctor
.
"
I
do
n't
think
that
would
suit
you
.
You
would
make
somebody
a
capital
wife
,
I
can
say
that
for
you
,
Lucilla
,
that
had
plenty
of
money
and
a
liberal
disposition
like
yourself
.
But
poverty
is
another
sort
of
thing
,
I
can
tell
you
.
Luckily
you
're
old
enough
to
have
got
over
all
the
love-in-a-cottage
ideas
—
if
you
ever
had
them
,
"
Dr
Marjoribanks
added
.
He
was
a
worldly
man
himself
,
and
he
thought
his
daughter
a
worldly
woman
;
and
yet
,
though
he
thoroughly
approved
of
it
,
he
still
despised
Lucilla
a
little
for
her
prudence
,
which
is
a
paradoxical
state
of
mind
not
very
unusual
in
the
world
.
"
I
do
n't
think
I
ever
had
them
,
"
said
Lucilla
;
"
not
that
kind
of
poverty
.
I
know
what
a
cottage
means
;
it
means
a
wretched
man
,
always
about
the
house
with
his
feet
in
slippers
,
you
know
—
what
poor
dear
Mr
Cavendish
would
come
to
if
he
was
poor
—
—
"
The
Doctor
laughed
,
though
he
had
not
seemed
up
to
this
moment
much
disposed
for
laughing
.
"
So
that
is
all
your
opinion
of
Cavendish
,
"
he
said
;
"
and
I
do
n't
think
you
are
far
wrong
either
;
and
yet
that
was
a
young
fellow
that
might
have
done
better
,
"
Dr
Marjoribanks
said
reflectively
,
perhaps
not
without
a
slight
prick
of
conscience
that
he
had
forsaken
an
old
friend
.
"
Yes
,
"
said
Lucilla
,
with
a
certain
solemnity
—
"
but
you
know
,
papa
,
if
a
man
will
not
when
he
may
—
—
"
And
she
sighed
,
though
the
Doctor
,
who
had
not
been
thinking
of
Mr
Cavendish
's
prospects
in
that
light
,
laughed
once
more
;
but
it
was
a
sharp
sort
of
sudden
laugh
without
much
heart
in
it
.
He
had
most
likely
other
things
of
more
importance
in
his
mind
.
"
Well
,
there
have
been
a
great
many
off
and
on
since
that
time
,
"
he
said
,
smiling
rather
grimly
.
"
It
is
time
you
were
thinking
about
it
seriously
,
Lucilla
.
I
am
not
so
sure
about
some
things
as
I
once
was
,
and
I
'd
rather
like
to
see
you
well
settled
before
—
—
It
's
a
kind
of
prejudice
a
man
has
,
"
the
Doctor
said
abruptly
,
which
,
whatever
he
might
mean
by
it
,
was
a
dismal
sort
of
speech
to
make
.
"
Before
what
,
papa
?
"
asked
Lucilla
,
with
a
little
alarm
.
"
Tut
—
before
long
,
to
be
sure
,
"
he
said
impatiently
.
"
Ashburton
would
not
be
at
all
amiss
if
he
liked
it
and
you
liked
it
;
but
it
's
no
use
making
any
suggestions
about
those
things
.
So
long
as
you
do
n't
marry
a
fool
—
—
"
Dr
Marjoribanks
said
,
with
energy
.
"
I
know
—
that
is
,
of
course
,
I
've
seen
what
that
is
;
you
ca
n't
expect
to
get
perfection
,
as
you
might
have
looked
for
perhaps
at
twenty
;
but
I
advise
you
to
marry
,
Lucilla
.
I
do
n't
think
you
are
cut
out
for
a
single
woman
,
for
my
part
.
"
"
I
do
n't
see
the
good
of
single
women
,
"
said
Lucilla
,
"
unless
they
are
awfully
rich
;
and
I
do
n't
suppose
I
shall
ever
be
awfully
rich
.
But
,
papa
,
so
long
as
I
can
be
a
comfort
to
you
—
—
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
the
Doctor
,
with
that
tone
which
Lucilla
could
remember
fifteen
years
ago
,
when
she
made
the
same
magnanimous
suggestion
,
"
but
I
ca
n't
live
for
ever
,
you
know
.
It
would
be
a
pity
to
sacrifice
yourself
to
me
,
and
then
perhaps
next
morning
find
that
it
was
a
useless
sacrifice
.
It
very
often
happens
like
that
when
self-devotion
is
carried
too
far
.
You
've
behaved
very
well
,
and
shown
a
great
deal
of
good
sense
,
Lucilla
—
more
than
I
gave
you
credit
for
when
you
commenced
—
I
may
say
that
;
and
if
there
was
to
be
any
change
,
for
instance
—
—
"
"
What
change
?
"
said
Lucilla
,
not
without
some
anxiety
;
for
it
was
an
odd
way
of
talking
,
to
say
the
least
of
it
