Here Mrs. Browne, who had the conversation all to herself, stopped to take breath.  She was not an ill-natured woman, or one who often talked of her neighbors, and after a moment, as if ashamed of her tirade, she said: 

“I’ve went it pretty glib against poor Miss Jerrold, hain’t I?  I dare say she is sick and nervous, and I have not charity enough for her.”  Then, rising from her chair preparatory to leaving, she said to Bessie:  “I am glad you have come, and I hope we shall see you often, after Gusty comes home.  I s’pose I shall lose her in October.  ’Tain’t no secret now, and so I may as well tell you that she is to be married to Lord Hardy, from Dublin.  You’ve seen him, I b’lieve?”

“Yes, when I was a little girl,” Bessie answered, with a pang of pain as she remembered the days when Lord Hardy was their constant companion.

“I never really b’lieved he wanted Gusty,” Mrs. Browne continued, “till he said so in plain words; and there’s folks now mean enough to say it’s her money he’s after, and I don’t myself suppose he’d thought of her if she hadn’t had money; but I think he likes her, and I know she likes him, and it’s something to be Lady Hardy.”

As she said this, Mrs. Browne drew herself up rather loftily, as if some of her daughter’s honor had fallen upon her; and with a stately bow and good-afternoon, went out to where her handsome carriage and high-booted driver were waiting for her.

“There goes as nice a woman as ever lived made over into a fool by money and a little nincompoop of a lord,” was Miss Betsey’s comment, as she watched the carriage moving away across the common.  Then turning suddenly to Bessie, she added:  “Why didn’t you tell me Miss Lucy was on the ship with Grey?”

Bessie hesitated a moment, and then answered frankly: 

“Perhaps I ought to have done so, but I thought I would rather, if you liked me at all and were kind to me, that it should be for myself and not because I had met Miss Grey, who offered to give me a note to you.  Did I do wrong?”

“No; perfectly right,” Miss Betsey said:  “and now tell me all about it.  You said she was kind when you were sick.  How did she find you in the steerage?”

In as few words as possible Bessie repeated the story of her acquaintance with Miss Lucy, dwelling at length upon her kindness, but saying little of Grey; indeed, a casual stranger listening to the recital would hardly have known that he was mentioned at all.  But Miss Betsey was far-seeing; she knew the signs, for she had had her day and experience, and from the very fact that Bessie did not say more of Grey, she drew her own conclusions.  But to be quite sure, she said: 

“You had seen Grey, before you met him on the ship, had you not?”