’And why not be her bridesmaid?  Lady Arabella will hardly object to that.’

‘Lady Arabella!’ said Mary, curling up her lip with deep scorn.  ’I do not care that for Lady Arabella,’ and she let her silver thimble fall from her fingers onto the table.  ’If Beatrice invited me to her wedding, she might manage as to that; I should ask no question as to Lady Arabella.’

‘Then why not come to it?’

She remained silent for a while, and then boldly answered.  ’Though I do not care for Lady Arabella, I do care for Mr Gresham:—­and I do care for his son.’

‘But the squire always loved you.’

’Yes, and therefore I will not be there to vex his sight.  I will tell you the truth, Patience.  I can never be in that house again till Frank Gresham is a married man, or till I am about to be a married woman.  I do not think they have treated me well, but I will not treat them ill.’

‘I am sure you will not do that,’ said Miss Oriel.

’I will endeavour not to do so; and, therefore, will go to none of their fetes!  No, Patience.’  And then she turned her head to the arm of the sofa, and silently, without audible sobs, hiding her face, she endeavoured to get rid of the tears unseen.  For one moment she had all but resolved to pour out the whole truth of her love into her friend’s ears; but suddenly she changed her mind.  Why should she talk of her own unhappiness?  Why should she speak of her own love when she was fully determined not to speak of Frank’s promises.

‘Mary, dear Mary.’

‘Anything, but pity, Patience; anything but that,’ said she, convulsively, swallowing her sobs, and rubbing away her tears.  ’I cannot bear that.  Tell Beatrice from me, that I wish her every happiness; and, with such a husband, I am sure she will be happy.  I wish her every joy; give her my kindest love; but tell her that I cannot be at her marriage.  Oh, I should like to see her; not there, you know, but here, in my own room, where I still have liberty to speak.’

’But why should you decide now?  She is not to be married yet, you know.’

’Now, or this day twelvemonth, can make no difference.  I will not go into that house again, unless—­but never mind; I will not go into it all; never, never again.  If I could forgive her for myself, I could not forgive her for my uncle.  But tell me, Patience, might not Beatrice now come here?  It is so dreadful to see her every Sunday in church and never to speak to her, never to kiss her.  She seems to look away from me as though she too had chosen to quarrel with me.’

Miss Oriel promised to do her best.  She could not imagine, she said, that such a visit could be objected to on such an occasion.  She would not advise Beatrice to come without telling her mother; but she could not think that Lady Arabella would be so cruel as to make any objection, knowing, as she could not but know, that her daughter, when married, would be at liberty to choose her own friends.