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She
was
unpleasantly
conscious
that
she
had
been
on
the
verge
of
speaking
as
"
one
of
the
foolish
women
speaketh
"
—
telling
first
and
entreating
silence
after
.
But
she
had
not
entreated
silence
,
and
to
prevent
Caleb
’
s
blame
she
determined
to
blame
herself
and
confess
all
to
him
that
very
night
.
It
was
curious
what
an
awful
tribunal
the
mild
Caleb
’
s
was
to
her
,
whenever
he
set
it
up
.
But
she
meant
to
point
out
to
him
that
the
revelation
might
do
Fred
Vincy
a
great
deal
of
good
.
No
doubt
it
was
having
a
strong
effect
on
him
as
he
walked
to
Lowick
.
Fred
’
s
light
hopeful
nature
had
perhaps
never
had
so
much
of
a
bruise
as
from
this
suggestion
that
if
he
had
been
out
of
the
way
Mary
might
have
made
a
thoroughly
good
match
.
Also
he
was
piqued
that
he
had
been
what
he
called
such
a
stupid
lout
as
to
ask
that
intervention
from
Mr
.
Farebrother
.
But
it
was
not
in
a
lover
’
s
nature
—
it
was
not
in
Fred
’
s
,
that
the
new
anxiety
raised
about
Mary
’
s
feeling
should
not
surmount
every
other
.
Notwithstanding
his
trust
in
Mr
.
Farebrother
’
s
generosity
,
notwithstanding
what
Mary
had
said
to
him
,
Fred
could
not
help
feeling
that
he
had
a
rival
:
it
was
a
new
consciousness
,
and
he
objected
to
it
extremely
,
not
being
in
the
least
ready
to
give
up
Mary
for
her
good
,
being
ready
rather
to
fight
for
her
with
any
man
whatsoever
.
But
the
fighting
with
Mr
.
Farebrother
must
be
of
a
metaphorical
kind
,
which
was
much
more
difficult
to
Fred
than
the
muscular
.
Certainly
this
experience
was
a
discipline
for
Fred
hardly
less
sharp
than
his
disappointment
about
his
uncle
’
s
will
.
The
iron
had
not
entered
into
his
soul
,
but
he
had
begun
to
imagine
what
the
sharp
edge
would
be
.
It
did
not
once
occur
to
Fred
that
Mrs
.
Garth
might
be
mistaken
about
Mr
.
Farebrother
,
but
he
suspected
that
she
might
be
wrong
about
Mary
.
Mary
had
been
staying
at
the
parsonage
lately
,
and
her
mother
might
know
very
little
of
what
had
been
passing
in
her
mind
.
He
did
not
feel
easier
when
he
found
her
looking
cheerful
with
the
three
ladies
in
the
drawing
-
room
.
They
were
in
animated
discussion
on
some
subject
which
was
dropped
when
he
entered
,
and
Mary
was
copying
the
labels
from
a
heap
of
shallow
cabinet
drawers
,
in
a
minute
handwriting
which
she
was
skilled
in
.
Mr
.
Farebrother
was
somewhere
in
the
village
,
and
the
three
ladies
knew
nothing
of
Fred
’
s
peculiar
relation
to
Mary
:
it
was
impossible
for
either
of
them
to
propose
that
they
should
walk
round
the
garden
,
and
Fred
predicted
to
himself
that
he
should
have
to
go
away
without
saying
a
word
to
her
in
private
.
He
told
her
first
of
Christy
’
s
arrival
and
then
of
his
own
engagement
with
her
father
;
and
he
was
comforted
by
seeing
that
this
latter
news
touched
her
keenly
.
She
said
hurriedly
,
"
I
am
so
glad
,
"
and
then
bent
over
her
writing
to
hinder
any
one
from
noticing
her
face
.
But
here
was
a
subject
which
Mrs
.
Farebrother
could
not
let
pass
.
"
You
don
’
t
mean
,
my
dear
Miss
Garth
,
that
you
are
glad
to
hear
of
a
young
man
giving
up
the
Church
for
which
he
was
educated
:
you
only
mean
that
things
being
so
,
you
are
glad
that
he
should
be
under
an
excellent
man
like
your
father
.
"
"
No
,
really
,
Mrs
.
Farebrother
,
I
am
glad
of
both
,
I
fear
,
"
said
Mary
,
cleverly
getting
rid
of
one
rebellious
tear
.
"
I
have
a
dreadfully
secular
mind
.
I
never
liked
any
clergyman
except
the
Vicar
of
Wakefield
and
Mr
.
Farebrother
.
"
"
Now
why
,
my
dear
?
"
said
Mrs
.
Farebrother
,
pausing
on
her
large
wooden
knitting
-
needles
and
looking
at
Mary
.
"
You
have
always
a
good
reason
for
your
opinions
,
but
this
astonishes
me
.
Of
course
I
put
out
of
the
question
those
who
preach
new
doctrine
.
But
why
should
you
dislike
clergymen
?
"
"
Oh
dear
,
"
said
Mary
,
her
face
breaking
into
merriment
as
she
seemed
to
consider
a
moment
,
"
I
don
’
t
like
their
neckcloths
.
"
