After this there was a lull at Heavitree for a few days.  Camilla did not speak to her sister, but she condescended to hold some intercourse with her mother, and to take her meals at the family table.  She did not go out of the house, but she employed herself in her own room, doing no one knew what, with all that new clothing and household gear which was to have been transferred in her train to Mr Gibson’s house.  Mrs French was somewhat uneasy about the new clothing and household gear, feeling that, in the event of Bella’s marriage, at least a considerable portion of it must be transferred to the new bride.  But it was impossible at the present moment to open such a subject to Camilla; it would have been as a proposition to a lioness respecting the taking away of her whelps.  Nevertheless, the day must soon come in which something must be said about the clothing and household gear.  All the property that had been sent into the house at Camilla’s orders could not be allowed to remain as Camilla’s perquisites, now that Camilla was not to be married.  ’Do you know what she is doing, my dear?’ said Mrs French to her elder daughter.

‘Perhaps she is picking out the marks,’ said Bella.

‘I don’t think she would do that as yet,’ said Mrs French.

‘She might just as well leave it alone,’ said Bella, feeling that one of the two letters would do for her.  But neither of them dared to speak to her of her occupation in these first days of her despair.

Mr Gibson in the meantime remained at home, or only left his house to go to the Cathedral or to visit the narrow confines of his little parish.  When he was out he felt that everybody looked at him, and it seemed to him that people whispered about him when they saw him at his usual desk in the choir.  His friends passed him merely bowing to him, and he was aware that he had done that which would be regarded by every one around him as unpardonable.  And yet what ought he to have done?  He acknowledged to himself that he had been very foolish, mad, quite demented at the moment when he allowed himself to think it possible that he should marry Camilla French.  But having found out how mad he had been at that moment, having satisfied himself that to live with her as his wife would be impossible, was he not right to break the engagement?  Could anything be so wicked as marrying a woman whom he hated?  Thus he tried to excuse himself; but yet he knew that all the world would condemn him.  Life in Exeter would be impossible, if no way to social pardon could be opened for him.  He was willing to do anything within bounds in mitigation of his offence.  He would give up fifty pounds a year to Camilla for his life or he would marry Bella.  Yes; he would marry Bella at once if Camilla would only consent, and give up that idea of stabbing some one.  Bella French was not very nice in his eyes; but she was quiet, he thought, and it might be possible to live with her.  Nevertheless, he told himself over and over again that the manner in which unmarried men with incomes were set upon by ladies in want of husbands was very disgraceful to the country at large.  That mission to Natal which had once been offered to him would have had charms for him now, of which he had not recognised the force when he rejected it.