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Charity
listened
in
a
cold
trance
of
anger
.
It
was
nothing
to
her
what
the
village
said
.
.
.
but
all
this
fingering
of
her
dreams
!
“
I
’
ve
told
you
he
didn
’
t
tell
me
anything
.
I
didn
’
t
speak
with
him
last
night
.
”
“
You
didn
’
t
speak
with
him
?
”
“
No
.
.
.
.
It
’
s
not
that
I
care
what
any
of
you
say
.
.
.
but
you
may
as
well
know
.
Things
ain
’
t
between
us
the
way
you
think
.
.
.
and
the
other
people
in
this
place
.
He
was
kind
to
me
;
he
was
my
friend
;
and
all
of
a
sudden
he
stopped
coming
,
and
I
knew
it
was
you
that
done
it
—
YOU
!
”
All
her
unreconciled
memory
of
the
past
flamed
out
at
him
.
“
So
I
went
there
last
night
to
find
out
what
you
’
d
said
to
him
:
that
’
s
all
.
”
Mr
.
Royall
drew
a
heavy
breath
.
“
But
,
then
—
if
he
wasn
’
t
there
,
what
were
you
doing
there
all
that
time
?
—
Charity
,
for
pity
’
s
sake
,
tell
me
.
I
’
ve
got
to
know
,
to
stop
their
talking
.
”
This
pathetic
abdication
of
all
authority
over
her
did
not
move
her
:
she
could
feel
only
the
outrage
of
his
interference
.
“
Can
’
t
you
see
that
I
don
’
t
care
what
anybody
says
?
It
’
s
true
I
went
there
to
see
him
;
and
he
was
in
his
room
,
and
I
stood
outside
for
ever
so
long
and
watched
him
;
but
I
dursn
’
t
go
in
for
fear
he
’
d
think
I
’
d
come
after
him
.
.
.
.
”
She
felt
her
voice
breaking
,
and
gathered
it
up
in
a
last
defiance
.
“
As
long
as
I
live
I
’
ll
never
forgive
you
!
”
she
cried
.
Mr
.
Royall
made
no
answer
.
He
sat
and
pondered
with
sunken
head
,
his
veined
hands
clasped
about
the
arms
of
his
chair
.
Age
seemed
to
have
come
down
on
him
as
winter
comes
on
the
hills
after
a
storm
.
At
length
he
looked
up
.
“
Charity
,
you
say
you
don
’
t
care
;
but
you
’
re
the
proudest
girl
I
know
,
and
the
last
to
want
people
to
talk
against
you
.
You
know
there
’
s
always
eyes
watching
you
:
you
’
re
handsomer
and
smarter
than
the
rest
,
and
that
’
s
enough
.
But
till
lately
you
’
ve
never
given
them
a
chance
.
Now
they
’
ve
got
it
,
and
they
’
re
going
to
use
it
.
I
believe
what
you
say
,
but
they
won
’
t
.
.
.
.
It
was
Mrs
.
Tom
Fry
seen
you
going
in
.
.
.
and
two
or
three
of
them
watched
for
you
to
come
out
again
.
.
.
.
You
’
ve
been
with
the
fellow
all
day
long
every
day
since
he
come
here
.
.
.
and
I
’
m
a
lawyer
,
and
I
know
how
hard
slander
dies
.
”
He
paused
,
but
she
stood
motionless
,
without
giving
him
any
sign
of
acquiescence
or
even
of
attention
.
“
He
’
s
a
pleasant
fellow
to
talk
to
—
I
liked
having
him
here
myself
.
The
young
men
up
here
ain
’
t
had
his
chances
.
But
there
’
s
one
thing
as
old
as
the
hills
and
as
plain
as
daylight
:
if
he
’
d
wanted
you
the
right
way
he
’
d
have
said
so
.
”
