‘I don’t suppose she’ll know anything about it.’

’She knows about everything, Mr Gibson.  It’s astonishing what she knows.  She has eyes and ears everywhere.  I shouldn’t care, if she didn’t see and hear so very incorrectly.  I’m told now that she declares—­ but it doesn’t signify.’

‘Declares what?’ asked Mr Gibson.

’Never mind.  But wasn’t it odd how all Exeter believed that you were going to be married in that house, and to live there all the rest of your life, and be one of Miss Stanbury’s slaves.  I never believed it, Mr Gibson.’  This she said with a sad smile, that ought to have brought him on his knees, in spite of the chignon.

‘One can’t help these things,’ said Mr Gibson.

’I never could have believed it, not even if you had not given me an assurance so solemn, and so sweet, that there was nothing in it.’  The poor man had given the assurance, and could not deny the solemnity and the sweetness.  ’That was a happy moment for us, Mr Gibson; because, though we never believed it, when it was dinned into our ears so frequently, when it was made such a triumph in the Close, it was impossible not to fear that there might be something in it.’  He felt that he ought to make some reply, but he did not know what to say.  He was thoroughly ashamed of the lie he had told, but he could not untell it.  ‘Camilla reproached me afterwards for asking you,’ whispered Arabella, in her softest, tenderest voice.’she said that it was unmaidenly.  I hope you did not think it unmaidenly, Mr Gibson?’

‘Oh dear, no, not at all,’ said he.

Arabella French was painfully alive to the fact that she must do something.  She had her fish on the hook; but of what use is a fish on your hook, if you cannot land him?  When could she have a better opportunity than this of landing the scaly darling out of the fresh and free waters of his bachelor stream, and sousing him into the pool of domestic life, to be ready there for her own household purposes?  ’I had known you so long, Mr Gibson,’ she said, ’and had valued your friendship so so deeply.’  As he looked at her, he could see nothing but the shapeless excrescence to which his eyes had been so painfully called by Miss Stanbury’s satire.  It is true that he had formerly been very tender with her, but she had not then carried about with her that distorted monster.  He did not believe himself to be at all bound by anything which had passed between them in circumstances so very different.  But yet he ought to say something.  He ought to have said something; but he said nothing.  She was patient, however, very patient; and she went on playing him with her hook.  ’I am so glad that I did not go out to-night with mamma.  It has been such a pleasure to me to have this conversation with you.  Camilla, perhaps, would say that I am unmaidenly.’

‘I don’t think so.’

’That is all that I care for, Mr Gibson.  If you acquit me, I do not mind who accuses.  I should not like to suppose that you thought me unmaidenly.  Anything would be better than that; but I can throw all such considerations to the wind when true true friendship is concerned.  Don’t you think that one ought, Mr Gibson?’