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“
That
’
ll
do
—
that
’
ll
about
do
,
”
he
said
.
He
turned
to
the
door
and
took
his
hat
from
the
hat
-
peg
.
On
the
threshold
he
paused
.
“
People
ain
’
t
been
fair
to
me
—
from
the
first
they
ain
’
t
been
fair
to
me
,
”
he
said
.
Then
he
went
out
A
few
days
later
North
Dormer
learned
with
surprise
that
Charity
had
been
appointed
librarian
of
the
Hatchard
Memorial
at
a
salary
of
eight
dollars
a
month
,
and
that
old
Verena
Marsh
,
from
the
Creston
Almshouse
,
was
coming
to
live
at
lawyer
Royall
’
s
and
do
the
cooking
.
It
was
not
in
the
room
known
at
the
red
house
as
Mr
.
Royall
’
s
“
office
”
that
he
received
his
infrequent
clients
.
Professional
dignity
and
masculine
independence
made
it
necessary
that
he
should
have
a
real
office
,
under
a
different
roof
;
and
his
standing
as
the
only
lawyer
of
North
Dormer
required
that
the
roof
should
be
the
same
as
that
which
sheltered
the
Town
Hall
and
the
post
-
office
.
It
was
his
habit
to
walk
to
this
office
twice
a
day
,
morning
and
afternoon
.
It
was
on
the
ground
floor
of
the
building
,
with
a
separate
entrance
,
and
a
weathered
name
-
plate
on
the
door
.
Before
going
in
he
stepped
in
to
the
post
-
office
for
his
mail
—
usually
an
empty
ceremony
—
said
a
word
or
two
to
the
town
-
clerk
,
who
sat
across
the
passage
in
idle
state
,
and
then
went
over
to
the
store
on
the
opposite
corner
,
where
Carrick
Fry
,
the
storekeeper
,
always
kept
a
chair
for
him
,
and
where
he
was
sure
to
find
one
or
two
selectmen
leaning
on
the
long
counter
,
in
an
atmosphere
of
rope
,
leather
,
tar
and
coffee
-
beans
.
Mr
.
Royall
,
though
monosyllabic
at
home
,
was
not
averse
,
in
certain
moods
,
to
imparting
his
views
to
his
fellow
-
townsmen
;
perhaps
,
also
,
he
was
unwilling
that
his
rare
clients
should
surprise
him
sitting
,
clerkless
and
unoccupied
,
in
his
dusty
office
.
At
any
rate
,
his
hours
there
were
not
much
longer
or
more
regular
than
Charity
’
s
at
the
library
;
the
rest
of
the
time
he
spent
either
at
the
store
or
in
driving
about
the
country
on
business
connected
with
the
insurance
companies
that
he
represented
,
or
in
sitting
at
home
reading
Bancroft
’
s
History
of
the
United
States
and
the
speeches
of
Daniel
Webster
.
Since
the
day
when
Charity
had
told
him
that
she
wished
to
succeed
to
Eudora
Skeff
’
s
post
their
relations
had
undefinably
but
definitely
changed
.
Lawyer
Royall
had
kept
his
word
.
He
had
obtained
the
place
for
her
at
the
cost
of
considerable
maneuvering
,
as
she
guessed
from
the
number
of
rival
candidates
,
and
from
the
acerbity
with
which
two
of
them
,
Orma
Fry
and
the
eldest
Targatt
girl
,
treated
her
for
nearly
a
year
afterward
.
And
he
had
engaged
Verena
Marsh
to
come
up
from
Creston
and
do
the
cooking
.
Verena
was
a
poor
old
widow
,
doddering
and
shiftless
:
Charity
suspected
that
she
came
for
her
keep
.
Mr
.
Royall
was
too
close
a
man
to
give
a
dollar
a
day
to
a
smart
girl
when
he
could
get
a
deaf
pauper
for
nothing
.
But
at
any
rate
,
Verena
was
there
,
in
the
attic
just
over
Charity
,
and
the
fact
that
she
was
deaf
did
not
greatly
trouble
the
young
girl
.
Charity
knew
that
what
had
happened
on
that
hateful
night
would
not
happen
again
.
She
understood
that
,
profoundly
as
she
had
despised
Mr
.
Royall
ever
since
,
he
despised
himself
still
more
profoundly
.
If
she
had
asked
for
a
woman
in
the
house
it
was
far
less
for
her
own
defense
than
for
his
humiliation
.
She
needed
no
one
to
defend
her
:
his
humbled
pride
was
her
surest
protection
.
He
had
never
spoken
a
word
of
excuse
or
extenuation
;
the
incident
was
as
if
it
had
never
been
.
Yet
its
consequences
were
latent
in
every
word
that
he
and
she
exchanged
,
in
every
glance
they
instinctively
turned
from
each
other
.
Nothing
now
would
ever
shake
her
rule
in
the
red
house
.
On
the
night
of
her
meeting
with
Miss
Hatchard
’
s
cousin
Charity
lay
in
bed
,
her
bare
arms
clasped
under
her
rough
head
,
and
continued
to
think
of
him
.
She
supposed
that
he
meant
to
spend
some
time
in
North
Dormer
.
He
had
said
he
was
looking
up
the
old
houses
in
the
neighbourhood
;
and
though
she
was
not
very
clear
as
to
his
purpose
,
or
as
to
why
anyone
should
look
for
old
houses
,
when
they
lay
in
wait
for
one
on
every
roadside
,
she
understood
that
he
needed
the
help
of
books
,
and
resolved
to
hunt
up
the
next
day
the
volume
she
had
failed
to
find
,
and
any
others
that
seemed
related
to
the
subject
.
Never
had
her
ignorance
of
life
and
literature
so
weighed
on
her
as
in
reliving
the
short
scene
of
her
discomfiture
.
“
It
’
s
no
use
trying
to
be
anything
in
this
place
,
”
she
muttered
to
her
pillow
;
and
she
shrivelled
at
the
vision
of
vague
metropolises
,
shining
super
-
Nettletons
,
where
girls
in
better
clothes
than
Belle
Balch
’
s
talked
fluently
of
architecture
to
young
men
with
hands
like
Lucius
Harney
’
s
.
Then
she
remembered
his
sudden
pause
when
he
had
come
close
to
the
desk
and
had
his
first
look
at
her
.
The
sight
had
made
him
forget
what
he
was
going
to
say
;
she
recalled
the
change
in
his
face
,
and
jumping
up
she
ran
over
the
bare
boards
to
her
washstand
,
found
the
matches
,
lit
a
candle
,
and
lifted
it
to
the
square
of
looking
-
glass
on
the
white
-
washed
wall
.
Her
small
face
,
usually
so
darkly
pale
,
glowed
like
a
rose
in
the
faint
orb
of
light
,
and
under
her
rumpled
hair
her
eyes
seemed
deeper
and
larger
than
by
day
.
Perhaps
after
all
it
was
a
mistake
to
wish
they
were
blue
.
A
clumsy
band
and
button
fastened
her
unbleached
night
-
gown
about
the
throat
.
She
undid
it
,
freed
her
thin
shoulders
,
and
saw
herself
a
bride
in
low
-
necked
satin
,
walking
down
an
aisle
with
Lucius
Harney
.
He
would
kiss
her
as
they
left
the
church
.
.
.
.
She
put
down
the
candle
and
covered
her
face
with
her
hands
as
if
to
imprison
the
kiss
.
At
that
moment
she
heard
Mr
.
Royall
’
s
step
as
he
came
up
the
stairs
to
bed
,
and
a
fierce
revulsion
of
feeling
swept
over
her
.
Until
then
she
had
merely
despised
him
;
now
deep
hatred
of
him
filled
her
heart
.
He
became
to
her
a
horrible
old
man
.
.
.
.
The
next
day
,
when
Mr
.
Royall
came
back
to
dinner
,
they
faced
each
other
in
silence
as
usual
.
Verena
’
s
presence
at
the
table
was
an
excuse
for
their
not
talking
,
though
her
deafness
would
have
permitted
the
freest
interchange
of
confidences
.
But
when
the
meal
was
over
,
and
Mr
.
Royall
rose
from
the
table
,
he
looked
back
at
Charity
,
who
had
stayed
to
help
the
old
woman
clear
away
the
dishes
.
