“I have been disappointed in Fred,” said Mrs. Garth, with decision.  “But I shall be ready to think well of him again when he gives me good reason to do so.”

At this point Mary went out of the room, taking Letty with her.

“Oh, we must forgive young people when they’re sorry,” said Caleb, watching Mary close the door.  “And as you say, Mr. Farebrother, there was the very devil in that old man.”

Now Mary’s gone out, I must tell you a thing—­it’s only known to Susan and me, and you’ll not tell it again.  The old scoundrel wanted Mary to burn one of the wills the very night he died, when she was sitting up with him by herself, and he offered her a sum of money that he had in the box by him if she would do it.  But Mary, you understand, could do no such thing—­would not be handling his iron chest, and so on.  Now, you see, the will he wanted burnt was this last, so that if Mary had done what he wanted, Fred Vincy would have had ten thousand pounds.  The old man did turn to him at the last.  That touches poor Mary close; she couldn’t help it—­ she was in the right to do what she did, but she feels, as she says, much as if she had knocked down somebody’s property and broken it against her will, when she was rightfully defending herself.  I feel with her, somehow, and if I could make any amends to the poor lad, instead of bearing him a grudge for the harm he did us, I should be glad to do it.  Now, what is your opinion, sir?  Susan doesn’t agree with me.  She says—­tell what you say, Susan.”

“Mary could not have acted otherwise, even if she had known what would be the effect on Fred,” said Mrs. Garth, pausing from her work, and looking at Mr. Farebrother.

“And she was quite ignorant of it.  It seems to me, a loss which falls on another because we have done right is not to lie upon our conscience.”

The Vicar did not answer immediately, and Caleb said, “It’s the feeling.  The child feels in that way, and I feel with her.  You don’t mean your horse to tread on a dog when you’re backing out of the way; but it goes through you, when it’s done.”

“I am sure Mrs. Garth would agree with you there,” said Mr. Farebrother, who for some reason seemed more inclined to ruminate than to speak.  “One could hardly say that the feeling you mention about Fred is wrong—­or rather, mistaken—­though no man ought to make a claim on such feeling.”

“Well, well,” said Caleb, “it’s a secret.  You will not tell Fred.”

“Certainly not.  But I shall carry the other good news—­that you can afford the loss he caused you.”