d."

"And I am to tell it?"

"That is what she asks."

"I can't say that I have made up my mind; but, as far as I can see at
present, I will do nothing of the kind. She has no right to expect
it."

Before they went to bed, however, he also had been somewhat softened.
When his wife declared, with tears in her eyes, that she would never
interfere at match-making again, he began to perceive that he also
had endeavoured to be a match-maker and had failed.

CHAPTER LXII.

UP AT THE PRIVETS.

The whole of the next day was passed in wretchedness by the party at
the vicarage. The Vicar, as he greeted Miss Lowther in the morning,
had not meant to be severe, having been specially cautioned against
severity by his wife; but he had been unable not to be silent and
stern. Not a word was spoken about Mr. Gilmore till after breakfast,
and then it was no more than a word.

"I would think better of this, Mary," said the Vicar.

"I cannot think better of it," she replied.

He refused, however, to go to Mr. Gilmore that day, demanding that
she should have another day in which to revolve the matter in her
mind. It was understood, however, that if she persisted he would
break the matter to her lover. Then this trouble was aggravated by
the coming of Mr. Gilmore to the vicarage, though it may be that the
visit was of use by preparing him in some degree for the blow. When
he came Mary was not to be seen. Fancying that he might call, she
remained up-stairs all day, and Mrs. Fenwick was obliged to say that
she was unwell. "Is she really ill?" the poor man had asked. Mrs.
Fenwick, driven hard by the difficulty of her position, had said
that she did not believe Mary to be very ill, but that she was so
discomposed by news from Dunripple that she could not come down. "I
should have thought that I might have seen her," said Mr. Gilmore,
with that black frown upon his brow which now they all knew so well.
Mrs. Fenwick made no reply, and then the unhappy man went away. He
wanted no further informant to tell him that the woman to whom he was
pledged regarded her engagement to him with aversion.

"I must see her again before I go," Fenwick said to his wife the next
morning. And he did see her. But Mary was absolutely firm. When he
remarked that she was pale and worn and ill, she acknowledged that
she had not closed her eyes during those two nights.

"And it must be so?" he asked, holding her hand tenderly.

"I am so grieved tha