lady in the town!  And then, mamma, when grandpapa died, she found the letter in his papers, and one inside for her, that had never been given to her; and by that time there was no hope, for Captain Pringle had gone out with his regiment, and married a rich young lady in the Indies!  Oh, mamma! you see she really is deserted, and it is all man’s treachery that has broken her heart.  I thought people always died or went into convents—­I don’t mean that Aunt Maria could have done that, but I did not think that way of hers was a broken heart!’

’If she has had such troubles, it should indeed make us try to be very forbearing with her,’ said Albinia.

‘Will you ask papa about it?’ entreated Sophy.

’Yes, certainly; but you must not make sure whether he will think it right to tell us.  Poor Aunt Maria; I do think some part of it must be true!’

‘But, mamma, is that really like deserted love?’

‘My dear, I don’t think I ever saw deserted love,’ said Albinia, rather amused.  ’I suppose troubles of any kind, if not—­I mean, I suppose, vexations—­make people show their want of spirits in the way most accordant with their natural dispositions, and so your poor aunt has grown querulous and anxious.’

’If she has such a real grand reason for being unhappy, I shall not be cross about it now, except—­’

Sophy gave a sigh, and Albinia bade her good night.

Mr. Kendal had never heard the story before, but he remembered many circumstances in corroboration.  He knew that Mr. Pringle had a nephew in the army, he recollected that he had made a figure in Maria’s letters to India; and that he had subsequently married a lady in the Mauritius, and settled down on her father’s estate.  He testified also to the bright gay youth of poor Maria, and his surprise at the premature loss of beauty and spirits; and from his knowledge of old Mr. Meadows, he believed him capable of such an act of domestic tyranny.  Maria had always been looked upon as a mere child, and if her father did not choose to part with her, he would think it for her good, and his own peace, for her not to be aware of the proposal.  He was much struck, for he had not suspected his sister-in-law to be capable of such permanent feeling.

‘There was little to help her in driving it away,’ said Albinia.  ’Few occupations or interests, and very little change, to prevent it from preying on her spirits.’

‘True,’ said Mr. Kendal; ’a narrow education and limited sphere are sad evils in such cases.’

‘Do you think anything can be a cure for disappointment?’ asked Sophy, in such a solemn, earnest tone, that Albinia was disposed to laugh; but she knew that this would be a dire offence, and was much surprised that Sophy had so far broken through her reserve, as to mingle in their conversation on such a subject.

‘Occupation,’ said Mr. Kendal, but speaking rather as if from duty than from conviction.  ’There are many sources of happiness, even if shipwreck have been made on one venture.  Your aunt had few resources to which to turn her mind.  Every pursuit or study is a help stored up against the vacuity which renders every care more corroding.’