ldn't wonder at your
taking away your custom, nor nothing else as was a punishment--don't
blame me!"

"But you forget, Mrs Elsworthy, that we have nothing to do with
it,--nothing at all; my nephew knows very well what he is about," said
Miss Dora, in injudicious haste. "Mr Wentworth is not at all likely to
forget himself," continued that poor lady, getting confused as her
sister turned round and stared at her. "Of course it was all out of
kindness;--I--I know Frank did not mean anything," cried the
unfortunate aunt. Leonora's look, as she turned round and fixed her
eyes upon her, took away what little breath Miss Dora had.

"Mr Wentworth?" asked Miss Leonora; "I should be glad to know, if
anybody would inform me, what Mr Wentworth can possibly have to do
with it? I daresay you misunderstood me; I said you were to look after
that little girl--your niece, or whatever she is; I did not say
anything about Mr Wentworth," said the strong-minded sister, looking
round upon them all. For the moment she forgot all about the licence,
and turned upon Mr Elsworthy with an emphasis which almost drive that
troubled citizen to his knees.

"That was how I understood it," said the clerk of St Roque's, humbly;
"there wasn't nothing said about Mr Wentworth--nor there couldn't be
as I know of, but what was in his favour, for there aint many young
men like our clergyman left in the Church. It aint because I'm
speaking to respected ladies as is his relations; folks may talk,"
said Mr Elsworthy, with a slight faltering, "but I never see his
equal; and as for an act of kindness to an orphan child--"

"The orphan child is neither here nor there," said his angry wife, who
had taken up her post by his side; "a dozen fathers and mothers
couldn't have done better by her than we've done; and to go and lay
out her snares for them as is so far above her, if you'll believe me,
ma'am, it's nigh broken my heart. She's neither flesh nor blood o'
mine," cried the aggrieved woman; "there would have been a different
tale to tell if she had belonged to me. I'd have--murdered her, ma'am,
though it aint proper to say so, afore we'd have gone and raised a
talk like this; it aint my blame, if it was my dying word," cried Mrs
Elsworthy, relapsing into angry tears: "I'm one as has always shown
her a good example, and never gone flirting about, nor cast my eyes to
one side or another for the best man as ever walked; and to think as a
respectable family should be