has helped us to bear our affliction better than we can bear it now.  If Norah’s and Magdalen’s altered prospects oblige them to earn their own independence, I can help them to earn it, as a gentleman’s daughters should.  The best families in this land are glad to ask my sister’s advice where the interests of their children’s home-training are concerned; and I answer, beforehand, for her hearty desire to serve Mr. Vanstone’s daughters, as I answer for my own.  That is the future which my gratitude to their father and mother, and my love for themselves, now offers to them.  If you think my proposal, gentlemen, a fit and fair proposal—­and I see in your faces that you do—­let us not make the hard necessities of our position harder still, by any useless delay in meeting them at once.  Let us do what we must do; let us act on Norah’s decision, and leave this house to-morrow.  You mentioned the servants just now, Mr. Pendril:  I am ready to call them together in the next room, and to assist you in the settlement of their claims, whenever you please.”

Without waiting for the lawyer’s answer, without leaving the sisters time to realize their own terrible situation, she moved at once toward the door.  It was her wise resolution to meet the coming trial by doing much and saying little.  Before she could leave the room, Mr. Clare followed, and stopped her on the threshold.

“I never envied a woman’s feelings before,” said the old man.  “It may surprise you to hear it; but I envy yours.  Wait!  I have something more to say.  There is an obstacle still left—­the everlasting obstacle of Frank.  Help me to sweep him off.  Take the elder sister along with you and the lawyer, and leave me here to have it out with the younger.  I want to see what metal she’s really made of.”

While Mr. Clare was addressing these words to Miss Garth, Mr. Pendril had taken the opportunity of speaking to Norah.  “Before I go back to town,” he said, “I should like to have a word with you in private.  From what has passed today, Miss Vanstone, I have formed a very high opinion of your discretion; and, as an old friend of your father’s, I want to take the freedom of speaking to you about your sister.”

Before Norah could answer, she was summoned, in compliance with Mr. Clare’s request, to the conference with the servants.  Mr. Pendril followed Miss Garth, as a matter of course.  When the three were out in the hall, Mr. Clare re-entered the room, closed the door, and signed peremptorily to Magdalen to take a chair.

She obeyed him in silence.  He took a turn up and down the room, with his hands in the side-pockets of the long, loose, shapeless coat which he habitually wore.

“How old are you?” he said, stopping suddenly, and speaking to her with the whole breadth of the room between them.

“I was eighteen last birthday,” she answered, humbly, without looking up at him.

“You have shown extraordinary courage for a girl of eighteen.  Have you got any of that courage left?”