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Unfortunately
,
John
didn
’
t
come
,
not
seeing
the
matter
in
that
light
.
He
had
carried
it
off
as
a
good
joke
with
Scott
,
excused
his
little
wife
as
well
as
he
could
,
and
played
the
host
so
hospitably
that
his
friend
enjoyed
the
impromptu
dinner
,
and
promised
to
come
again
,
but
John
was
angry
,
though
he
did
not
show
it
,
he
felt
that
Meg
had
deserted
him
in
his
hour
of
need
.
"
It
wasn
’
t
fair
to
tell
a
man
to
bring
folks
home
any
time
,
with
perfect
freedom
,
and
when
he
took
you
at
your
word
,
to
flame
up
and
blame
him
,
and
leave
him
in
the
lurch
,
to
be
laughed
at
or
pitied
.
No
,
by
George
,
it
wasn
’
t
!
And
Meg
must
know
it
.
"
He
had
fumed
inwardly
during
the
feast
,
but
when
the
flurry
was
over
and
he
strolled
home
after
seeing
Scott
off
,
a
milder
mood
came
over
him
.
"
Poor
little
thing
!
It
was
hard
upon
her
when
she
tried
so
heartily
to
please
me
.
She
was
wrong
,
of
course
,
but
then
she
was
young
.
I
must
be
patient
and
teach
her
.
"
He
hoped
she
had
not
gone
home
—
he
hated
gossip
and
interference
.
For
a
minute
he
was
ruffled
again
at
the
mere
thought
of
it
,
and
then
the
fear
that
Meg
would
cry
herself
sick
softened
his
heart
,
and
sent
him
on
at
a
quicker
pace
,
resolving
to
be
calm
and
kind
,
but
firm
,
quite
firm
,
and
show
her
where
she
had
failed
in
her
duty
to
her
spouse
.
Meg
likewise
resolved
to
be
‘
calm
and
kind
,
but
firm
’
,
and
show
him
his
duty
.
She
longed
to
run
to
meet
him
,
and
beg
pardon
,
and
be
kissed
and
comforted
,
as
she
was
sure
of
being
,
but
,
of
course
,
she
did
nothing
of
the
sort
,
and
when
she
saw
John
coming
,
began
to
hum
quite
naturally
,
as
she
rocked
and
sewed
,
like
a
lady
of
leisure
in
her
best
parlor
.
John
was
a
little
disappointed
not
to
find
a
tender
Niobe
,
but
feeling
that
his
dignity
demanded
the
first
apology
,
he
made
none
,
only
came
leisurely
in
and
laid
himself
upon
the
sofa
with
the
singularly
relevant
remark
,
"
We
are
going
to
have
a
new
moon
,
my
dear
.
"
"
I
’
ve
no
objection
,
"
was
Meg
’
s
equally
soothing
remark
.
A
few
other
topics
of
general
interest
were
introduced
by
Mr
.
Brooke
and
wet
-
blanketed
by
Mrs
.
Brooke
,
and
conversation
languished
.
John
went
to
one
window
,
unfolded
his
paper
,
and
wrapped
himself
in
it
,
figuratively
speaking
.
Meg
went
to
the
other
window
,
and
sewed
as
if
new
rosettes
for
slippers
were
among
the
necessaries
of
life
.
Neither
spoke
.
Both
looked
quite
‘
calm
and
firm
’
,
and
both
felt
desperately
uncomfortable
.
"
Oh
,
dear
,
"
thought
Meg
,
"
married
life
is
very
trying
,
and
does
need
infinite
patience
as
well
as
love
,
as
Mother
says
.
"
The
word
‘
Mother
’
suggested
other
maternal
counsels
given
long
ago
,
and
received
with
unbelieving
protests
.
"
John
is
a
good
man
,
but
he
has
his
faults
,
and
you
must
learn
to
see
and
bear
with
them
,
remembering
your
own
.
He
is
very
decided
,
but
never
will
be
obstinate
,
if
you
reason
kindly
,
not
oppose
impatiently
.
He
is
very
accurate
,
and
particular
about
the
truth
—
a
good
trait
,
though
you
call
him
‘
fussy
’
.
Never
deceive
him
by
look
or
word
,
Meg
,
and
he
will
give
you
the
confidence
you
deserve
,
the
support
you
need
.
He
has
a
temper
,
not
like
ours
—
one
flash
and
then
all
over
—
but
the
white
,
still
anger
that
is
seldom
stirred
,
but
once
kindled
is
hard
to
quench
.
Be
careful
,
be
very
careful
,
not
to
wake
his
anger
against
yourself
,
for
peace
and
happiness
depend
on
keeping
his
respect
.
Watch
yourself
,
be
the
first
to
ask
pardon
if
you
both
err
,
and
guard
against
the
little
piques
,
misunderstandings
,
and
hasty
words
that
often
pave
the
way
for
bitter
sorrow
and
regret
.
"
These
words
came
back
to
Meg
,
as
she
sat
sewing
in
the
sunset
,
especially
the
last
.
This
was
the
first
serious
disagreement
,
her
own
hasty
speeches
sounded
both
silly
and
unkind
,
as
she
recalled
them
,
her
own
anger
looked
childish
now
,
and
thoughts
of
poor
John
coming
home
to
such
a
scene
quite
melted
her
heart
.
She
glanced
at
him
with
tears
in
her
eyes
,
but
he
did
not
see
them
.
She
put
down
her
work
and
got
up
,
thinking
,
"
I
will
be
the
first
to
say
,
‘
Forgive
me
’
"
,
but
he
did
not
seem
to
hear
her
.
She
went
very
slowly
across
the
room
,
for
pride
was
hard
to
swallow
,
and
stood
by
him
,
but
he
did
not
turn
his
head
.
For
a
minute
she
felt
as
if
she
really
couldn
’
t
do
it
,
then
came
the
thought
,
"
This
is
the
beginning
.
I
’
ll
do
my
part
,
and
have
nothing
to
reproach
myself
with
,
"
and
stooping
down
,
she
softly
kissed
her
husband
on
the
forehead
.
Of
course
that
settled
it
.
The
penitent
kiss
was
better
than
a
world
of
words
,
and
John
had
her
on
his
knee
in
a
minute
,
saying
tenderly
.
.
.
