an old
man's.

Charity's self-possession had returned with the sense of her danger. "Do
you suppose I'd take the trouble to lie to YOU? Who are you, anyhow, to
ask me where I go to when I go out at night?"

Mr. Royall lifted his head and looked at her. His face had grown quiet
and almost gentle, as she remembered seeing it sometimes when she was a
little girl, before Mrs. Royall died.

"Don't let's go on like this, Charity. It can't do any good to either of
us. You were seen going into that fellow's house... you were seen coming
out of it.... I've watched this thing coming, and I've tried to stop it.
As God sees me, I have...."

"Ah, it WAS you, then? I knew it was you that sent him away!"

He looked at her in surprise. "Didn't he tell you so? I thought he
understood." He spoke slowly, with difficult pauses, "I didn't name
you to him: I'd have cut my hand off sooner. I just told him I couldn't
spare the horse any longer; and that the cooking was getting too heavy
for Verena. I guess he's the kind that's heard the same thing before.
Anyhow, he took it quietly enough. He said his job here was about done,
anyhow; and there didn't another word pass between us.... If he told you
otherwise he told you an untruth."

Charity listened in a cold trance of anger. It was nothing to her what
the village said... but all this fingering of her dreams!

"I've told you he didn't tell me anything. I didn't speak with him last
night."

"You didn't speak with him?"

"No.... It's not that I care what any of you say... but you may as well
know. Things ain't between us the way you think... and the other people
in this place. He was kind to me; he was my friend; and all of a sudden
he stopped coming, and I knew it was you that done it--YOU!" All her
unreconciled memory of the past flamed out at him. "So I went there last
night to find out what you'd said to him: that's all."

Mr. Royall drew a heavy breath. "But, then--if he wasn't there, what
were you doing there all that time?--Charity, for pity's sake, tell me.
I've got to know, to stop their talking."

This pathetic abdication of all authority over her did not move her: she
could feel only the outrage of his interference.

"Can't you see that I don't care what anybody says? It's true I went
there to see him; and he was in his room, and I stood outside for ever
so long and watched him; but I dursn't go in for fear he'd think I'd
come after him...." She felt her voice breaking