n give her sister the change. Our Fanny has
got the note as George sent."

Then there was a dispute about the money, as a matter of course.
Fenwick swore that nothing was due, and the miller protested that as
the money was there all his daughter's expenses at Salisbury should
be repaid. And the miller at last got the best of it. Fenwick
promised that he would look to his book, see how much he had paid,
and mention the sum to Fanny at some future time. He positively
refused to take the note at present, protesting that he had no
change, and that he would not burden himself with the responsibility
of carrying so much money about with him in his pocket. Then he asked
whether, if he went into the house, he would be able to say a word or
two to the women before dinner. He had made up his mind that he would
make no further attempt at reconciling the father to his daughter. He
had often declared to his wife that there could be nothing so hateful
to a man as the constant interference of a self-constituted adviser.
"I so often feel that I am making myself odious when I am telling
them to do this or that; and then I ask myself what I should say
if anybody were to come and advise me how to manage you and the
bairns." And he had told his wife more than once how very natural and
reasonable had been the expression of the lady's wrath at Startup,
when he had taken upon himself to give her advice. "People know what
is good for them to do, well enough, without being dictated to by a
clergyman!" He had repeated the words to himself and to his wife a
dozen times, and talked of having them put up in big red letters over
the fire-place in his own study. He had therefore quite determined to
say never another word to old Brattle in reference to his daughter
Carry. But now the miller himself began upon the subject.

"You can see 'em, Muster Fenwick, in course. It don't make no odds
about dinner. But I was wanting just to say a word to you about that
poor young ooman there." This he said in a slow, half-hesitating
voice, as though he could hardly bring himself to speak of the
unfortunate one to whom he alluded. The Vicar muttered some word of
assent, and then the miller went on. "You knows, of course, as how
she be back here at the mill?"

"Certainly I do. I've seen her more than once."

"Muster Fenwick, I don't suppose as any one as asn't tried it knows
what it is. I hopes you mayn't never know it; nor it ain't likely.
Muster Fenwick, I'd