She scarcely understood the drift of the beginning of the letter, but when she came to Mr. Brandon’s name she knew her ground.  “Happy! she’s sure to be happy!  Mr. Brandon will give her all her own way, and she does not want for sense.—­That’s a kind message to me; but she might have been married here if Mr. Brandon had had more gumption, and asked her before he went away.—­And Mrs. Phillips is more reasonable.  I’d like to see her show any airs to her now, when Mr. Brandon is by; he’ll let her know her place.—­And they like Australia—­both of them.  Who, in all the world, is it Miss Jean can have taken up with?—­And so that was the way Cross Hall got his bonny bargain of a wife; he was young and simple to be entrapped with such a pair.  Well, well! it was a home-coming to hear such words passing between her and an old sweetheart.  I’ll be bound he never wanted to see her again.—­But, mercy on us! and so it was no you that was the bairn after all, Master Francis, and the old laird had really no call to care about you.  But that woman should be punished.  Men and women have been hanged for less guilt.  I’d hurry no one into the presence of the Great Judge; but that she should be at large, boasting of her wickedness, and hoping to make siller of it, is a thing that should not be permitted.”

“Then you believe this story, Peggy?” said Francis.

“What should ail me to believe it?  It’s all of a piece; no woman that was not as wicked as that would make up so wicked a story.”

“Every one that I show the narrative to believes it, yet they all say that it would not hold in a court of justice; so I am going to give up Cross Hall to the benevolent associations, as Mr Hogarth made them his heirs, in case of my not obeying some of his directions, and I will then sail with you in the Saldanha, to begin the world afresh, and to ask Jane Melville to begin it with me.”

Peggy made no doubt that that was the only thing Francis could do under the circumstances.  She did not know the value of what he lost, she only thought of what he was likely to gain.

“Well, Mr. Francis, or whatever your name may be, if that is the marriage you spoke of, I think that news is good too.  I’m not a woman of many words, but I think you’ll never repent of this, or grieve for the loss of this world’s gear; and so far as my poor judgment goes, I think Miss Jean is not the woman to say you nay;” and she shook his hand warmly, and entered into his plans for beginning life in Melbourne, as neither Sinclair nor MacFarlane had done.  “There’s good work to be done in Australia, Mr. Francis, and there’s one there that will help you to do it.  There’s no doubt Providence intends to make something of you.  After all this chopping and changing, it would be a queer thing if you would not rise as high at the other end of the world as you have done in this.”

Chapter XIII.