Everybody knew that she was poor, and she knew that everybody knew it; yet so long as she was not in absolute want, and the poor-house, that bugbear of honest poverty, was yet far distant, she managed to keep a cheerful heart, and visited her neighbors on terms of entire equality.

At this period Walter Kinloch’s wife died, leaving an only child.  During her sickness, Mrs. Branning had been sent for to act as nurse and temporary house-keeper, and, at the urgent request of the widower, remained for a time after the funeral.  Weeks passed, and her house was still tenantless.  Mildred had become so much attached to the motherly widow and her son, that she would not allow the servants to do anything for her.  So, without any definite agreement, their relations continued.  By-and-by the village gossips began to query and surmise.  At the sewing-society the matter was fully discussed.

Mrs. Greenfield, the doctor’s wife, admitted that it would be an excellent match, “jest a child apiece, both on ’em well brought up, used to good company, and all that; but, land’s sakes! he, with his mint o’ money, a’n’t a-goin’ to marry a poor widder that ha’n’t got nothin’ but her husband’s pictur’ and her boy,—­not he!”

Others insinuated that Mrs. Branning knew what she was about when she went to Squire Kinloch’s, and his wife was ’most gone with consumption.  “’Twasn’t a mite strange that little Mildred took to her so kindly; plenty of women could find ways to please a child, if so be they could have such a chance to please themselves.”

The general opinion seemed to be that Mrs. Branning would marry the Squire, if she could get him; but that as to his intentions, the matter was quite doubtful.  Nevertheless, after being talked about for a year, the parties were duly published, married, and settled down into the quiet routine of country life.

Doubtless the accident of daily contact was the secret of the match.  Had Mrs. Branning been living in her own poorly-furnished house, Mr. Kinloch would hardly have thought of going to seek her.  But as mistress of his establishment she had an opportunity to display her house-wifely qualities, as well as to practise those nameless arts by which almost any clever woman knows how to render herself agreeable.

The first favorable impression deepened, until the widower came to believe that the whole parish did not contain so proper a person to be the successor of Mrs. Kinloch, as his housekeeper.  Their union, though childless, was as happy as common; there was nothing of the romance of a first attachment,—­little of the tenderness that springs from fresh sensibilities, for she at least was of a matter-of-fact turn.  But there was a constant and hearty good feeling, resulting from mutual kindness and deference.