Mrs. Eden looked quite relieved, and Alethea proceeded to appoint the day for her coming to Broom Hill, and arrange some small matters, during which Lily not only settled what to say, but worked herself into a fit of impatience at the length of Alethea’s instructions.  When they were concluded, however, and there was a pause, her words failed her, and she wished that she was miles from the cottage, or that she had never mentioned her intentions.  At last she stammered out, ’Oh!  Mrs. Eden—­I wanted to speak to you about—­about Mr. Devereux and your brother.’

Mrs. Eden bent over her wash-tub, Miss Weston examined the shells on the chimney-piece, Marianne and Phyllis listened with all their ears, and poor Lily was exceedingly uncomfortable.

’I wished to tell you—­I do not think—­I do not mean—­It was not his saying.  Indeed, he did not say those things about the Gages.’

’I told my brother I did not think Mr. Devereux would go for to say such a thing,’ said Mrs. Eden, as much confused as Lily.

’Oh! that was right, Mrs. Eden.  The mischief was all my making and Jane’s.  We said those foolish things, and they were repeated as if it was he.  Oh! do tell your brother so, Mrs. Eden.  It was very good of you to think it was not Cousin Robert.  Pray tell Tom Naylor.  I cannot bear that things should go on in this dreadful way.’

‘Indeed, Miss, I am very sorry,’ said Mrs. Eden.

‘But, Mrs Eden, I am sure that would set it right again,’ said Lily, ’are not you?  I would do anything to have that poor baby christened.’

Lily’s confidence melted away as she saw that Mrs. Eden’s tears were falling fast, and she ended with, ’Only tell them, and we shall see what will happen.’

‘Very well, Miss Lilias,’ said Mrs. Eden.  ‘I am very sorry.’

‘Let us hope that time and patience will set things right,’ said Miss Weston, to relieve the embarrassment of both parties.  ’Your brother must soon see that Mr. Devereux only wishes to do his duty.’

Alethea skilfully covered Lily’s retreat, and the party took leave of Mrs. Eden, and turned into their homeward path.

Lily at first seemed disposed to be silent, and Miss Weston therefore amused herself with listening to the chatter of the little girls as they walked on before them.

‘There are only thirty-six days to the holidays,’ said Phyllis; ’Ada and I keep a paper in the nursery with the account of the number of days.  We shall be so glad when Claude, and Maurice, and Redgie come home.’

‘Are they not very boisterous?’ said Marianne.

‘Not Maurice,’ said Phyllis.

‘No, indeed,’ said Lily, ’Maurice is like nobody else.  He takes up some scientific pursuit each time he comes home, and cares for nothing else for some time, and then quite forgets it.  He is an odd-looking boy too, thick and sturdy, with light flaxen hair, and dark, overhanging eyebrows, and he makes the most extraordinary grimaces.’