am quite sure that after a little while,
every one will forget all about this, or only recollect it as one
does a girlish scrape.'

'Yes. To suppose all the neighbourhood occupied in laughing at her
is only another phase of self-importance. You see, the poor child
necessarily lived in a very narrow world, where examinations came,
whatever I could do, to seem everything, and she only knew things
beyond by books. She had success enough there to turn her head, and
not going to Cambridge, never had fair measure of her abilities.
Then came prosperity--'

'Quite enough to upset any one's balance,' said Bessie. 'In fact,
only a very sober, not to say stolid, nature would have stood it.'

'Poor things! They were so happy--so open-hearted. I did long to
caution them. "Pull cup, steady hand."'

'It will all come right now,' said Bessie. 'Mrs Arthuret spoke of
their going away for the winter; I do not think it will be a bad
plan, for then we can start quite fresh with them; and the intimacy
with the Myttons will be broken, though I am sorry for the poor
girls. They have no harm in them, and Arthurine was doing them
good.'

'A whisper to you, Miss Merrifield--they are going back with me, to
be prepared for governesses at Arthurine's expense. It is the only
thing for them in the crash that young man has brought on the
family.'

'Dear, good Arthurine! She only needed to learn how to carry her
cup.'

MRS. BATSEYES

I. FATHER AND DAUGHTER

SCENE.--THE DRAWING-ROOM OF DARKGLADE VICARAGE. MR. AVELAND, AN
ELDERLY CLERGYMAN. MRS. MOLDWARP, WIDOW ON THE VERGE OF MIDDLE AGE.

MR. A. So, my dear good child, you will come back to me, and do
what you can for the lonely old man!

MRS. M. I know nothing can really make up--

MR. A. Ah! my dear, you know only too well by your own experience,
but if any one could, it would be you. And at least you will let
nothing drop in the parish work. You and Cicely together will be
able to take that up when Euphrasia is gone too.

MRS. M. It will be delightful to me to come back to it! You know I
was to the manner born. Nothing seems to be so natural!

MR. A. I am only afraid you are giving up a great deal. I don't
know that I could accept it--except for the parish and these poor
children.

MRS. M. Now, dear father, you are not to talk so! Is not this my
home, my first home, and though it has lost its very dearest centre,
what can be so dear to me when