“Oh, my dear, you do not know the anguish of a mother’s heart!  You couldn’t know it unless you were a mother, and when you are one I hope your heart won’t be wrung as mine has been wrung!  But poor, dear Mr. Swink always said bygones ought to be bygones, and now they’re married I suppose it’s a bygone and I ought not to let my heart be wrung; but it is, and I’ve been thinking about poor, dear Mr. Swink all day.”  She took her seat and, wiping her eyes and nose, began to cry again.  “Oh, my dear, you don’t know the anguish of a mother’s heart!”

“Would you like a fresh handkerchief?” I asked.  The one in Mrs. Swink’s hand was too wet for further use.  I started toward my bedroom door, but she shook her head.

“I’ve got two or three, I think.  I’m so easily affected when my heart is wrung that I have to keep a good many on hand.  But I had to come and thank you.  It would have been so dreadful for them to have gone off alone.  It makes it very different to have had you and Mr. Thorne along.  Yes, indeed—­a mother’s heart—­”

What was she up to?  Fearing that my face would indicate too clearly that I was not deceived by her change of tactics, I shielded it from the fire by the screen, close to the chair in which I sat, and made effort to wait politely, if not with inward patience, for what I would discover if I only gave her time.  Something had happened I did not understand.  I had forgotten the letter Selwyn had sent her.

“They went away an hour ago on their wedding-trip.”  A fresh handkerchief was drawn from the heaving bosom for the fresh tears which again flowed.  “My poor head is all in a whirl.  So many things had to be done, though Madeleine wouldn’t take but one trunk and no maid, though I told her she could have Freda, and there are so many things that have got to be attended to before they get back that I don’t know where to begin, and I had to come down here right away and thank you the first thing.  And of course she will have to have a trousseau, for her poor, dear father wouldn’t like it if she didn’t have one, and the best that could be bought.  He was very particular, her father was, and I know he would thank you, too, if he could.  And there will have to be a reception, and it’s about that, and a few other things, I felt I must talk to you this morning, being you are responsible, in a way, for the marriage—­”

“I am nothing of the sort.  You are responsible for its being the sort of marriage it was.  I went with them because—­”

“Yes, indeed, I understand!  Tom says it was splendid in you and I had to come and thank you.  Everybody will take it so differently when they know you and Mr. Thorne were along.  I think it was noble in Mr. Thorne when his poor brother wanted so much to marry Madeleine.  I feel it was such a narrow escape—­her not marrying him.  I’ve been hearing all sorts of sad things about him lately.  Real sad.  I was deceived in him.”