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"
I
should
think
one
of
those
epithets
would
do
at
a
time
,
"
said
Mary
,
trying
to
smile
,
but
feeling
alarmed
.
"
I
know
you
will
never
think
well
of
me
any
more
.
You
will
think
me
a
liar
.
You
will
think
me
dishonest
.
You
will
think
I
didn
’
t
care
for
you
,
or
your
father
and
mother
.
You
always
do
make
the
worst
of
me
,
I
know
.
"
"
I
cannot
deny
that
I
shall
think
all
that
of
you
,
Fred
,
if
you
give
me
good
reasons
.
But
please
to
tell
me
at
once
what
you
have
done
.
I
would
rather
know
the
painful
truth
than
imagine
it
.
"
"
I
owed
money
—
a
hundred
and
sixty
pounds
.
I
asked
your
father
to
put
his
name
to
a
bill
.
I
thought
it
would
not
signify
to
him
.
I
made
sure
of
paying
the
money
myself
,
and
I
have
tried
as
hard
as
I
could
.
And
now
,
I
have
been
so
unlucky
—
a
horse
has
turned
out
badly
—
I
can
only
pay
fifty
pounds
.
And
I
can
’
t
ask
my
father
for
the
money
:
he
would
not
give
me
a
farthing
.
And
my
uncle
gave
me
a
hundred
a
little
while
ago
.
So
what
can
I
do
?
And
now
your
father
has
no
ready
money
to
spare
,
and
your
mother
will
have
to
pay
away
her
ninety
-
two
pounds
that
she
has
saved
,
and
she
says
your
savings
must
go
too
.
You
see
what
a
—
"
"
Oh
,
poor
mother
,
poor
father
!
"
said
Mary
,
her
eyes
filling
with
tears
,
and
a
little
sob
rising
which
she
tried
to
repress
.
She
looked
straight
before
her
and
took
no
notice
of
Fred
,
all
the
consequences
at
home
becoming
present
to
her
.
He
too
remained
silent
for
some
moments
,
feeling
more
miserable
than
ever
.
"
I
wouldn
’
t
have
hurt
you
for
the
world
,
Mary
,
"
he
said
at
last
.
"
You
can
never
forgive
me
.
"
"
What
does
it
matter
whether
I
forgive
you
?
"
said
Mary
,
passionately
.
"
Would
that
make
it
any
better
for
my
mother
to
lose
the
money
she
has
been
earning
by
lessons
for
four
years
,
that
she
might
send
Alfred
to
Mr
.
Hanmer
’
s
?
Should
you
think
all
that
pleasant
enough
if
I
forgave
you
?
"
"
Say
what
you
like
,
Mary
.
I
deserve
it
all
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
want
to
say
anything
,
"
said
Mary
,
more
quietly
,
"
and
my
anger
is
of
no
use
.
"
She
dried
her
eyes
,
threw
aside
her
book
,
rose
and
fetched
her
sewing
.
