“There is that fifty pounds Mrs. Morgan brought me, and those two letters.  Does she know about them yet?”

“No; I did not like to tell her till she is a little stronger.  Oh, Thurstan!  I wish there was not this prospect of a child.  I cannot help it.  I do—­I could see a way in which we might help her, if it were not for that.”

“How do you mean?”

“Oh, it’s no use thinking of it, as it is!  Or else we might have taken her home with us, and kept her till she had got a little dressmaking in the congregation, but for this meddlesome child; that spoils everything.  You must let me grumble to you, Thurstan.  I was very good to her, and spoke as tenderly and respectfully of the little thing as if it were the Queen’s, and born in lawful matrimony.”

“That’s right, my dear Faith!  Grumble away to me, if you like.  I’ll forgive you, for the kind thought of taking her home with us.  But do you think her situation is an insuperable objection?”

“Why, Thurstan!—­it’s so insuperable, it puts it quite out of the question.”

“How?—­that’s only repeating your objection.  Why is it out of the question?”

“If there had been no child coming, we might have called her by her right name—­Miss Hilton; that’s one thing.  Then, another is, the baby in our house.  Why, Sally would go distraught!”

“Never mind Sally.  If she were an orphan relation of our own, left widowed,” said he, pausing as if in doubt.  “You yourself suggested she should be considered as a widow, for the child’s sake.  I’m only taking up your ideas, dear Faith.  I respect you for thinking of taking her home; it is just what we ought to do.  Thank you for reminding me of my duty.”

“Nay, it was only a passing thought.  Think of Mr. Bradshaw.  Oh!  I tremble at the thought of his grim displeasure.”

“We must think of a higher than Mr. Bradshaw.  I own I should be a very coward if he knew.  He is so severe, so inflexible.  But after all he sees so little of us; he never comes to tea, you know, but is always engaged when Mrs. Bradshaw comes.  I don’t think he knows of what our household consists.”

“Not know Sally?  Oh yes, but he does.  He asked Mrs. Bradshaw one day if she knew what wages we gave her, and said we might get a far more efficient and younger servant for the money.  And, speaking about money, think what our expenses would be if we took her home for the next six months.”

That consideration was a puzzling one; and both sat silent and perplexed for a time.  Miss Benson was as sorrowful as her brother, for she was becoming as anxious as he was to find it possible that her plan could be carried out.

“There’s the fifty pounds,” said he, with a sigh of reluctance at the idea.

“Yes, there’s the fifty pounds,” echoed his sister, with the same sadness in her tone.  “I suppose it is hers.”

“I suppose it is; and, being so, we must not think who gave it to her.  It will defray her expenses.  I am very sorry, but I think we must take it.”