‘If you have written kindly to her, I am so much obliged to you,’ said Dorothy.

’The truth is, Priscilla has meant to be right.  Meaning won’t go for much when the account is taken, unless the meaning comes from a proper source.  But the poor girl has done as well as she has known how.  I believe it is Hugh’s fault more than anybody else’s.’  This accusation was not pleasant to Dorothy, but she was too intent just now on Priscilla’s case to defend her brother, ’That man never ought to have been there; and that woman never ought to have been there.  There cannot be a doubt about that.  If Priscilla were sitting there opposite to me, she would own as much.  I am sure she would.’  Miss Stanbury was quite right if she meant to assert that Priscilla had owned as much to herself.  ’And because I think so, I am willing to forgive her part in the matter.  To me, personally, she has always been rude—­most uncourteous and, and, and unlike a younger woman to an older one, and an aunt, and all that.  I suppose it is because she hates me.’

‘Oh, no, Aunt Stanbury!’

’My dear, I suppose it is.  Why else should she treat me in such a way?  But I do believe of her that she would rather eat an honest, dry crust, than dishonest cake and ale.’

‘She would rather starve than pick up a crumb that was dishonest,’ said Dorothy, fairly bursting out into tears.

’I believe it.  I do believe it.  There; what more can I say?  Clock House, indeed!  What matter what house you live in, so that you can pay the rent of it honestly?’

‘But the rent is paid honestly,’ said Dorothy, amidst her sobs.

’It’s paid, I don’t doubt.  I dare say the woman’s husband and your brother see to that among them.  Oh, that my boy, Hugh, as he used to be, should have brought us all to this!  But there’s no knowing what they won’t do among them.  Reform, indeed!  Murder, sacrilege, adultery, treason, atheism—­that’s what Reform means; besides every kind of nastiness under the sun.’  In which latter category Miss Stanbury intended especially to include bad printer’s ink, and paper made of straw.

The reader may as well see the letter, which was as civil a letter as ever one woman wrote to another, so that the collection of the Stanbury correspondence may be made perfect.

’The Close, August 6, 186-.

My Dear Niece,

Your letter has not astonished me nearly as much as you expected it would.  I am an older woman than you, and, though you will not believe it, I have seen more of the world.  I knew that the gentleman would come after the lady.  Such gentlemen always do go after their ladies.  As for yourself, I can see all that you have done, and pretty nearly hear all that you have said, as plain as a pikestaff.  I do you the credit of believing that the plan is none of your making.  I know who made the plan, and a very bad plan it is.

As to my former letters and the other man, I understand all about it.  You were very angry that I should accuse you of having this man at the house; and you were right to be angry.  I respect you for having been angry.  But what does all that say as to his coming—­now that he has come?