AfterthePreachingINlessthananhourfromthattime，SethBedewaswalkingbyDinah’ssidealongthehedgerow-paththatskirtedthepasturesandgreencorn-fieldswhichlaybetweenthevillageandtheHallFarm。
　　DinahhadtakenoffherlittleQuakerbonnetagain，andwasholdingitinherhandsthatshemighthaveafreerenjoymentofthecooleveningtwilight，andSethcouldseetheexpressionofherfacequiteclearlyashewalkedbyherside，timidlyrevolvingsomethinghewantedtosaytoher。Itwasanexpressionofunconsciousplacidgravity——ofabsorptioninthoughtsthathadnoconnectionwiththepresentmomentorwithherownpersonality——anexpressionthatismostofalldiscouragingtoalover。Herverywalkwasdiscouraging:ithadthatquietelasticitythatasksfornosupport。Sethfeltthisdimly；hesaidtohimself，"She’stoogoodandholyforanyman，letaloneme，"andthewordshehadbeensummoningrushedbackagainbeforetheyhadreachedhislips。
　　Butanotherthoughtgavehimcourage:"There’snomancouldloveherbetterandleaveherfreertofollowtheLord’swork。"Theyhadbeensilentformanyminutesnow，sincetheyhaddonetalkingaboutBessyCranage；DinahseemedalmosttohaveforgottenSeth’spresence，andherpacewasbecomingsomuchquickerthatthesenseoftheirbeingonlyafewminutes’walkfromtheyard-gatesoftheHallFarmatlastgaveSethcouragetospeak。
　　"You’vequitemadeupyourmindtogobacktoSnowfieldo’
　　Saturday，Dinah？"
　　"Yes，"saidDinah，quietly。"I’mcalledthere。ItwasborneinuponmymindwhileIwasmeditatingonSundaynight，asSisterAllen，who’sinadecline，isinneedofme。Isawherasplainasweseethatbitofthinwhitecloud，liftingupherpoorthinhandandbeckoningtome。AndthismorningwhenIopenedtheBiblefordirection，thefirstwordsmyeyesfellonwere，’Andafterwehadseenthevision，immediatelyweendeavouredtogointoMacedonia。’Ifitwasn’tforthatclearshowingoftheLord’swill，Ishouldbeloathtogo，formyheartyearnsovermyauntandherlittleones，andthatpoorwanderinglambHettySorrel。I’vebeenmuchdrawnoutinprayerforheroflate，andI
　　lookonitasatokenthattheremaybemercyinstoreforher。"
　　"Godgrantit，"saidSeth。"ForIdoubtAdam’sheartissosetonher，he’llneverturntoanybodyelse；andyetit’udgotomyheartifhewastomarryher，forIcannathinkasshe’dmakehimhappy。It’sadeepmystery——thewaytheheartofmanturnstoonewomanoutofalltheresthe’sseeni’theworld，andmakesiteasierforhimtoworksevenyearforHER，likeJacobdidforRachel，soonerthanhaveanyotherwomanforth’asking。Ioftenthinkofthemwords，’AndJacobservedsevenyearsforRachel；andtheyseemedtohimbutafewdaysforthelovehehadtoher。’I
　　knowthosewords’udcometruewithme，Dinah，ifsobeyou’dgivemehopeasImightwinyouaftersevenyearswasover。Iknowyouthinkahusband’udbetakinguptoomucho’yourthoughts，becauseSt。Paulsays，’Shethat’smarriedcarethforthethingsoftheworldhowshemaypleaseherhusband’；andmayhappenyou’llthinkmeoverboldtospeaktoyouaboutitagain，afterwhatyoutoldmeo’yourmindlastSaturday。ButI’vebeenthinkingitoveragainbynightandbyday，andI’veprayednottobeblindedbymyowndesires，tothinkwhat’sonlygoodformemustbegoodforyoutoo。Anditseemstomethere’smoretextsforyourmarryingthaneveryoucanfindagainstit。ForSt。Paulsaysasplainascanbeinanotherplace，’Iwillthattheyoungerwomenmarry，bearchildren，guidethehouse，givenoneoccasiontotheadversarytospeakreproachfully’；andthen’twoarebetterthanone’；andthatholdsgoodwithmarriageaswellaswithotherthings。Forweshouldbeo’oneheartando’onemind，Dinah。WebothservethesameMaster，andarestrivingafterthesamegifts；
　　andI’dneverbethehusbandtomakeaclaimonyouascouldinterferewithyourdoingtheworkGodhasfittedyoufor。I’dmakeashift，andfendindoorandout，togiveyoumoreliberty——
　　morethanyoucanhavenow，foryou’vegottogetyourownlivingnow，andI’mstrongenoughtoworkforusboth。"
　　WhenSethhadoncebeguntourgehissuit，hewentonearnestlyandalmosthurriedly，lestDinahshouldspeaksomedecisivewordbeforehehadpouredforthalltheargumentshehadprepared。Hischeeksbecameflushedashewentonhismildgreyeyesfilledwithtears，andhisvoicetrembledashespokethelastsentence。Theyhadreachedoneofthoseverynarrowpassesbetweentwotallstones，whichperformedtheofficeofastileinLoamshire，andDinahpausedassheturnedtowardsSethandsaid，inhertenderbutcalmtreblenotes，"SethBede，Ithankyouforyourlovetowardsme，andifIcouldthinkofanymanasmorethanaChristianbrother，Ithinkitwouldbeyou。Butmyheartisnotfreetomarry。Thatisgoodforotherwomen，anditisagreatandablessedthingtobeawifeandmother；but’asGodhasdistributedtoeveryman，astheLordhathcalledeveryman，solethimwalk。’Godhascalledmetoministertoothers，nottohaveanyjoysorsorrowsofmyown，buttorejoicewiththemthatdorejoice，andtoweepwiththosethatweep。Hehascalledmetospeakhisword，andhehasgreatlyownedmywork。ItcouldonlybeonaveryclearshowingthatIcouldleavethebrethrenandsistersatSnowfield，whoarefavouredwithverylittleofthisworld’sgood；wherethetreesarefew，sothatachildmightcountthem，andthere’sveryhardlivingforthepoorinthewinter。Ithasbeengivenmetohelp，tocomfort，andstrengthenthelittleflockthereandtocallinmanywanderers；andmysoulisfilledwiththesethingsfrommyrisinguptillmylyingdown。Mylifeistooshort，andGod’sworkistoogreatformetothinkofmakingahomeformyselfinthisworld。I’venotturnedadeafeartoyourwords，Seth，forwhenIsawasyourlovewasgiventome，IthoughtitmightbealeadingofProvidenceformetochangemywayoflife，andthatweshouldbefellow-helpers；andIspreadthematterbeforetheLord。ButwheneverItriedtofixmymindonmarriage，andourlivingtogether，otherthoughtsalwayscamein——thetimeswhenI’veprayedbythesickanddying，andthehappyhoursI’vehadpreaching，whenmyheartwasfilledwithlove，andtheWordwasgiventomeabundantly。AndwhenI’veopenedtheBiblefordirection，I’vealwayslightedonsomeclearwordtotellmewheremyworklay。Ibelievewhatyousay，Seth，thatyouwouldtrytobeahelpandnotahindrancetomywork；
　　butIseethatourmarriageisnotGod’swill——Hedrawsmyheartanotherway。Idesiretoliveanddiewithouthusbandorchildren。Iseemtohavenoroominmysoulforwantsandfearsofmyown，ithaspleasedGodtofillmyheartsofullwiththewantsandsufferingsofhispoorpeople。"
　　Sethwasunabletoreply，andtheywalkedoninsilence。Atlast，astheywerenearlyattheyard-gate，hesaid，"Well，Dinah，I
　　mustseekforstrengthtobearit，andtoendureasseeingHimwhoisinvisible。ButIfeelnowhowweakmyfaithis。Itseemsasif，whenyouaregone，Icouldneverjoyinanythinganymore。I
　　thinkit’ssomethingpassingtheloveofwomenasIfeelforyou，forIcouldbecontentwithoutyourmarryingmeifIcouldgoandliveatSnowfieldandbenearyou。ItrustedasthestrongloveGodhasgivenmetowardsyouwasaleadingforusboth；butitseemsitwasonlymeantformytrial。PerhapsIfeelmoreforyouthanIoughttofeelforanycreature，forIoftencan’thelpsayingofyouwhatthehymnsays——
　　Indarkestshadesifsheappear，Mydawningisbegun；
　　Sheismysoul’sbrightmorning-star，Andshemyrisingsun。
　　Thatmaybewrong，andIamtobetaughtbetter。Butyouwouldn’tbedispleasedwithmeifthingsturnedoutsoasIcouldleavethiscountryandgotoliveatSnowfield？"
　　"No，Seth；butIcounselyoutowaitpatiently，andnotlightlytoleaveyourowncountryandkindred。DonothingwithouttheLord’sclearbidding。It’sableakandbarrencountrythere，notlikethislandofGoshenyou’vebeenusedto。Wemustn’tbeinahurrytofixandchooseourownlot；wemustwaittobeguided。"
　　"Butyou’dletmewriteyoualetter，Dinah，iftherewasanythingIwantedtotellyou？"
　　"Yes，sure；letmeknowifyou’reinanytrouble。You’llbecontinuallyinmyprayers。"
　　Theyhadnowreachedtheyard-gate，andSethsaid，"Iwon’tgoin，Dinah，sofarewell。"Hepausedandhesitatedaftershehadgivenhimherhand，andthensaid，"There’snoknowingbutwhatyoumayseethingsdifferentafterawhile。Theremaybeanewleading。"
　　"Letusleavethat，Seth。It’sgoodtoliveonlyamomentatatime，asI’vereadinoneofMr。Wesley’sbooks。Itisn’tforyouandmetolayplans；we’venothingtodobuttoobeyandtotrust。
　　Farewell。"
　　Dinahpressedhishandwithratherasadlookinherlovingeyes，andthenpassedthroughthegate，whileSethturnedawaytowalklingeringlyhome。Butinsteadoftakingthedirectroad，hechosetoturnbackalongthefieldsthroughwhichheandDinahhadalreadypassed；andIthinkhisbluelinenhandkerchiefwasverywetwithtearslongbeforehehadmadeuphismindthatitwastimeforhimtosethisfacesteadilyhomewards。Hewasbutthree-and-twenty，andhadonlyjustlearnedwhatitistolove——tolovewiththatadorationwhichayoungmangivestoawomanwhomhefeelstobegreaterandbetterthanhimself。Loveofthissortishardlydistinguishablefromreligiousfeeling。Whatdeepandworthyloveisso，whetherofwomanorchild，orartormusic。
　　Ourcaresses，ourtenderwords，ourstillraptureundertheinfluenceofautumnsunsets，orpillaredvistas，orcalmmajesticstatues，orBeethovensymphoniesallbringwiththemtheconsciousnessthattheyaremerewavesandripplesinanunfathomableoceanofloveandbeauty；ouremotioninitskeenestmomentpassesfromexpressionintosilence，ourloveatitshighestfloodrushesbeyonditsobjectandlosesitselfinthesenseofdivinemystery。AndthisblessedgiftofveneratinglovehasbeengiventotoomanyhumblecraftsmensincetheworldbeganforustofeelanysurprisethatitshouldhaveexistedinthesoulofaMethodistcarpenterhalfacenturyago，whiletherewasyetalingeringafter-glowfromthetimewhenWesleyandhisfellow-labourerfedonthehipsandhawsoftheCornwallhedges，afterexhaustinglimbsandlungsincarryingadivinemessagetothepoor。
　　Thatafterglowhaslongfadedaway；andthepictureweareapttomakeofMethodisminourimaginationisnotanamphitheatreofgreenhills，orthedeepshadeofbroad-leavedsycamores，whereacrowdofroughmenandweary-heartedwomendrankinafaithwhichwasarudimentaryculture，whichlinkedtheirthoughtswiththepast，liftedtheirimaginationabovethesordiddetailsoftheirownnarrowlives，andsuffusedtheirsoulswiththesenseofapitying，loving，infinitePresence，sweetassummertothehouselessneedy。ItistoopossiblethattosomeofmyreadersMethodismmaymeannothingmorethanlow-pitchedgablesupdingystreets，sleekgrocers，spongingpreachers，andhypocriticaljargon——elementswhichareregardedasanexhaustiveanalysisofMethodisminmanyfashionablequarters。
　　Thatwouldbeapity；forIcannotpretendthatSethandDinahwereanythingelsethanMethodists——notindeedofthatmoderntypewhichreadsquarterlyreviewsandattendsinchapelswithpillaredporticoes，butofaveryold-fashionedkind。Theybelievedinpresentmiracles，ininstantaneousconversions，inrevelationsbydreamsandvisions；theydrewlots，andsoughtforDivineguidancebyopeningtheBibleathazard；havingaliteralwayofinterpretingtheScriptures，whichisnotatallsanctionedbyapprovedcommentators；anditisimpossibieformetorepresenttheirdictionascorrect，ortheirinstructionasliberal。Still——
　　ifIhavereadreligioushistoryaright——faith，hope，andcharityhavenotalwaysbeenfoundinadirectratiowithasensibilitytothethreeconcords，anditispossible——thankHeaven！——tohaveveryerroneoustheoriesandverysublimefeelings。TherawbaconwhichclumsyMollysparesfromherownscantystorethatshemaycarryittoherneighbour’schildto"stopthefits，"maybeapiteouslyinefficaciousremedy；butthegenerousstirringofneighbourlykindnessthatpromptedthedeedhasabeneficentradiationthatisnotlost。
　　Consideringthesethings，wecanhardlythinkDinahandSethbeneathoursympathy，accustomedaswemaybetoweepovertheloftiersorrowsofheroinesinsatinbootsandcrinoline，andofheroesridingfieryhorses，themselvesriddenbystillmorefierypassions。
　　PoorSeth！Hewasneveronhorsebackinhislifeexceptonce，whenhewasalittlelad，andMr。JonathanBurgetookhimupbebind，tellinghimto"holdontight"；andinsteadofburstingoutintowildaccusingapostrophestoGodanddestiny，heisresolving，ashenowwalkshomewardsunderthesolemnstarlight，torepresshissadness，tobelessbentonhavinghisownwill，andtolivemoreforothers，asDinahdoes。
　　ChapterIV
　　HomeandItsSorrowsAGREENvalleywithabrookrunningthroughit，fullalmosttooverflowingwiththelaterains，overhungbylowstoopingwillows。
　　Acrossthisbrookaplankisthrown，andoverthisplankAdamBedeispassingwithhisundoubtingstep，followedclosebyGypwiththebasket；evidentlymakinghiswaytothethatchedhouse，withastackoftimberbythesideofit，abouttwentyyardsuptheoppositeslope。
　　Thedoorofthehouseisopen，andanelderlywomanislookingout；butsheisnotplacidlycontemplatingtheeveningsunshine；
　　shehasbeenwatchingwithdimeyesthegraduallyenlargingspeckwhichforthelastfewminutesshehasbeenquitesureisherdarlingsonAdam。LisbethBedeloveshersonwiththeloveofawomantowhomherfirst-bornhascomelateinlife。Sheisananxious，spare，yetvigorousoldwoman，cleanasasnowdrop。Hergreyhairisturnedneatlybackunderapurelinencapwithablackbandroundit；herbroadchestiscoveredwithabuffneckerchief，andbelowthisyouseeasortofshortbedgownmadeofblue-checkeredlinen，tiedroundthewaistanddescendingtothehips，fromwhencethereisaconsiderablelengthoflinsey-
　　woolseypetticoat。ForLisbethistall，andinotherpointstoothereisastronglikenessbetweenherandhersonAdam。Herdarkeyesaresomewhatdimnow——perhapsfromtoomuchcrying——butherbroadlymarkedeyebrowsarestillblack，herteetharesound，andasshestandsknittingrapidlyandunconsciouslywithherwork-
　　hardenedhands，shehasasfirmlyuprightanattitudeaswhensheiscarryingapailofwateronherheadfromthespring。Thereisthesametypeofframeandthesamekeenactivityoftemperamentinmotherandson，butitwasnotfromherthatAdamgothiswell-
　　filledbrowandhisexpressionoflarge-heartedintelligence。
　　Familylikenesshasoftenadeepsadnessinit。Nature，thatgreattragicdramatist，knitsustogetherbyboneandmuscle，anddividesusbythesubtlerwebofourbrains；blendsyearningandrepulsion；andtiesusbyourheart-stringstothebeingsthatjarusateverymovement。Wehearavoicewiththeverycadenceofourownutteringthethoughtswedespise；weseeeyes——ah，solikeourmother’s！——avertedfromusincoldalienation；andourlastdarlingchildstartlesuswiththeairandgesturesofthesisterwepartedfrominbitternesslongyearsago。Thefathertowhomweoweourbestheritage——themechanicalinstinct，thekeensensibilitytoharmony，theunconsciousskillofthemodellinghand——gallsusandputsustoshamebyhisdailyerrors；thelong-
　　lostmother，whosefacewebegintoseeintheglassasourownwrinklescome，oncefrettedouryoungsoulswithheranxioushumoursandirrationalpersistence。
　　Itissuchafondanxiousmother’svoicethatyouhear，asLisbethsays，"Well，mylad，it’sgonesevenbyth’clock。Thee’tallaysstaytillthelastchild’sborn。Theewantsthysupper，I’llwarrand。Where’sSeth？Goneartersomeo’schapellin’，I
　　reckon？"
　　"Aye，aye，Seth’satnoharm，mother，theemaystbesure。
　　Butwhere’sfather？"saidAdamquickly，asheenteredthehouseandglancedintotheroomonthelefthand，whichwasusedasaworkshop。"Hasn’thedonethecoffinforTholer？There’sthestuffstandingjustasIleftitthismorning。"
　　"Donethecoffin？"saidLisbeth，followinghim，andknittinguninterruptedly，thoughshelookedathersonveryanxiously。
　　"Eh，mylad，hewentafftoTreddles’onthisforenoon，an’snivercomeback。Idoubthe’sgottoth’’WagginOverthrow’again。"
　　AdeepflushofangerpassedrapidlyoverAdam’sface。Hesaidnothing，butthrewoffhisjacketandbegantorolluphisshirt-
　　sleevesagain。
　　"Whatartgoin’todo，Adam？"saidthemother，withatoneandlookofalarm。"Theewouldstnagotoworkagain，wi’outha’inthybito’supper？"
　　Adam，tooangrytospeak，walkedintotheworkshop。Buthismotherthrewdownherknitting，and，hurryingafterhim，tookholdofhisarm，andsaid，inatoneofplaintiveremonstrance，"Nay，mylad，mylad，theemunnagowi’outthysupper；there’sthetaterswi’thegravyin’em，justastheelik’st’em。Isaved’emo’purposeforthee。Comean’ha’thysupper，come。"
　　"Letbe！"saidAdamimpetuously，shakingheroffandseizingoneoftheplanksthatstoodagainstthewall。"It’sfinetalkingabouthavingsupperwhenhere’sacoffinpromisedtobereadyatBrox’onbyseveno’clockto-morrowmorning，andoughttoha’beentherenow，andnotanailstruckyet。Mythroat’stoofulltoswallowvictuals。"
　　"Why，theecanstnagetthecoffinready，"saidLisbeth。"Thee’tworkthyselftodeath。It’udtaketheeallnighttodo’t。"
　　"Whatsignifieshowlongittakesme？Isn’tthecoffinpromised？
　　Cantheyburythemanwithoutacoffin？I’dworkmyrighthandoffsoonerthandeceivepeoplewithliesi’thatway。Itmakesmemadtothinkon’t。Ishalloverrunthesedoingsbeforelong。
　　I’vestoodenoughof’em。"
　　PoorLisbethdidnothearthisthreatforthefirsttime，andifshehadbeenwiseshewouldhavegoneawayquietlyandsaidnothingforthenexthour。Butoneofthelessonsawomanmostrarelylearnsisnevertotalktoanangryoradrunkenman。
　　Lisbethsatdownonthechoppingbenchandbegantocry，andbythetimeshehadcriedenoughtomakehervoiceverypiteous，sheburstoutintowords。
　　"Nay，mylad，mylad，theewouldstnagoawayan’breakthymother’sheart，an’leavethyfeythertoruin。Theewouldstnaha’
　　’emcarrymetoth’churchyard，an’theenottofollowme。I
　　shannaresti’mygraveifIdonnaseetheeatth’last；an’how’stheytolettheeknowasI’ma-dyin’，ifthee’tgonea-workin’i’
　　distantparts，an’Sethbelikegonearterthee，andthyfeythernotabletoholdapenfor’shandshakin’，besidesnotknowin’
　　wheretheeart？Theemunforgiethyfeyther——theemunnabesobitteragain’him。Hewaragoodfeythertotheeaforehetooktoth’drink。He’sacleverworkman，an’taughttheethytrade，remember，an’snivergenmeablownorsomuchasanillword——no，notevenin’sdrink。Theewouldstnaha’’mgototheworkhus——
　　thyownfeyther——an’himaswasafine-growedmanan’handyateverythin’amostastheeartthysen，five-an’-twenty’earago，whentheewastababyatthebreast。"
　　Lisbeth’svoicebecamelouder，andchokedwithsobs——asortofwail，themostirritatingofallsoundswhererealsorrowsaretobeborneandrealworktobedone。Adambrokeinimpatiently。
　　"Now，Mother，don’tcryandtalkso。Haven’tIgotenoughtovexmewithoutthat？What’sth’useo’tellingmethingsasIonlythinktoomuchoneveryday？IfIdidnathinkon’em，whyshouldIdoasIdo，forthesakeo’keepingthingstogetherhere？ButI
　　hatetobetalkingwhereit’snouse:Iliketokeepmybreathfordoingi’steado’talking。"
　　"Iknowtheedostthingsasnobodyelse’uddo，mylad。Butthee’tallayssohardupo’thyfeyther，Adam。Theethink’stnothingtoomuchtodoforSeth:theesnapp’stmeupifiverI
　　findfautwi’th’lad。Butthee’tsoangeredwi’thyfeyther，morenorwi’anybodyelse。"
　　"That’sbetterthanspeakingsoftandlettingthingsgothewrongway，Ireckon，isn’tit？IfIwasn’tsharpwithhimhe’dselleverybito’stuffi’th’yardandspenditondrink。Iknowthere’sadutytobedonebymyfather，butitisn’tmydutytoencouragehiminrunningheadlongtoruin。AndwhathasSethgottodowithit？TheladdoesnoharmasIknowof。Butleavemealone，Mother，andletmegetonwiththework。"
　　Lisbethdarednotsayanymore；butshegotupandcalledGyp，thinkingtoconsoleherselfsomewhatforAdam’srefusalofthesuppershehadspreadoutinthelovingexpectationoflookingathimwhileheateit，byfeedingAdam’sdogwithextraliberality。
　　ButGypwaswatchinghismasterwithwrinkledbrowandearserect，puzzledatthisunusualcourseofthings；andthoughheglancedatLisbethwhenshecalledhim，andmovedhisfore-pawsuneasily，wellknowingthatshewasinvitinghimtosupper，hewasinadividedstateofmind，andremainedseatedonhishaunches，againfixinghiseyesanxiouslyonhismaster。AdamnoticedGyp’smentalconflict，andthoughhisangerhadmadehimlesstenderthanusualtohismother，itdidnotpreventhimfromcaringasmuchasusualforhisdog。Weareapttobekindertothebrutesthatloveusthantothewomenthatloveus。Isitbecausethebrutesaredumb？
　　"Go，Gyp；go，lad！"Adamsaid，inatoneofencouragingcommand；
　　andGyp，apparentlysatisfiedthatdutyandpleasurewereone，followedLisbethintothehouse-place。
　　Butnosoonerhadhelickeduphissupperthanhewentbacktohismaster，whileLisbethsatdownalonetocryoverherknitting。
　　Womenwhoareneverbitterandresentfulareoftenthemostquerulous；andifSolomonwasaswiseasheisreputedtobe，I
　　feelsurethatwhenhecomparedacontentiouswomantoacontinualdroppingonaveryrainyday，hehadnotavixeninhiseye——afurywithlongnails，acridandselfish。Dependuponit，hemeantagoodcreature，whohadnojoybutinthehappinessofthelovedoneswhomshecontributedtomakeuncomfortable，puttingbyallthetid-bitsforthemandspendingnothingonherself。SuchawomanasLisbeth，forexample——atoncepatientandcomplaining，self-renouncingandexacting，broodingthelivelongdayoverwhathappenedyesterdayandwhatislikelytohappento-morrow，andcryingveryreadilybothatthegoodandtheevil。ButacertainawemingleditselfwithheridolatrousloveofAdam，andwhenhesaid，"Leavemealone，"shewasalwayssilenced。
　　Sothehourspassed，totheloudtickingoftheoldday-clockandthesoundofAdam’stools。Atlasthecalledforalightandadraughtofwaterbeerwasathingonlytobedrunkonholidays，andLisbethventuredtosayasshetookitin，"Thysupperstan’sreadyforthee，whentheelik’st。"
　　"Donnatheesitup，mother，"saidAdam，inagentletone。Hehadworkedoffhisangernow，andwheneverhewishedtobeespeciallykindtohismother，hefellintohisstrongestnativeaccentanddialect，withwhichatothertimeshisspeechwaslessdeeplytinged。"I’llseetoFatherwhenhecomeshome；maybehewonnacomeatallto-night。Ishallbeeasierifthee’ti’bed。"
　　"Nay，I’llbidetillSethcomes。Hewonnabelongnow，Ireckon。"
　　Itwasthenpastninebytheclock，whichwasalwaysinadvanceofthedays，andbeforeithadstrucktenthelatchwasliftedandSethentered。Hehadheardthesoundofthetoolsashewasapproaching。
　　"Why，Mother，"hesaid，"howisitasFather’sworkingsolate？"
　　"It’snoneo’thyfeytherasisa-workin’——theemightknowthatwellanoofifthyheadwarnafullo’chapellin’——it’sthybrotherasdoesiverything，forthere’snivernobodyelsei’th’waytodonothin’。"
　　Lisbethwasgoingon，forshewasnotatallafraidofSeth，andusuallypouredintohisearsallthequerulousnesswhichwasrepressedbyheraweofAdam。Sethhadneverinhislifespokenaharshwordtohismother，andtimidpeoplealwayswreaktheirpeevishnessonthegentle。ButSeth，withananxiouslook，hadpassedintotheworkshopandsaid，"Addy，how’sthis？What！
　　Father’sforgotthecoffin？"
　　"Aye，lad，th’oldtale；butIshallgetitdone，"saidAdam，lookingupandcastingoneofhisbrightkeenglancesathisbrother。"Why，what’sthematterwiththee？Thee’tintrouble。"
　　Seth’seyeswerered，andtherewasalookofdeepdepressiononhismildface。
　　"Yes，Addy，butit’swhatmustbeborne，andcan’tbehelped。
　　Why，thee’stneverbeentotheschool，then？"
　　"School？No，thatscrewcanwait，"saidAdam，hammeringawayagain。
　　"Letmetakemyturnnow，anddotheegotobed，"saidSeth。
　　"No，lad，I’drathergoon，nowI’minharness。Thee’thelpmetocarryittoBrox’onwhenit’sdone。I’llcalltheeupatsunrise。
　　Goandeatthysupper，andshutthedoorsoasImayn’thearMother’stalk。"
　　SethknewthatAdamalwaysmeantwhathesaid，andwasnottobepersuadedintomeaninganythingelse。Soheturned，withratheraheavyheart，intothehouse-place。
　　"Adam’snivertouchedabito’victualsin’homehe’scome，"saidLisbeth。"Ireckonthee’sthedthysupperatsomeo’thyMethodyfolks。"
　　"Nay，Mother，"saidSeth，"I’vehadnosupperyet。"
　　"Come，then，"saidLisbeth，"butdonnatheeatethetaters，forAdam’ullhappenate’emifIleave’emstannin’。Helovesabito’tatersan’gravy。Buthe’sbeensosorean’angered，hewouldn’tate’em，forallI’dputten’embyo’purposeforhim。
　　An’he’sbeena-threatenin’togoawayagain，"shewenton，whimpering，"an’I’mfastsurehe’llgosomedawnin’aforeI’mup，an’niverletmeknowaforehand，an’he’llnivercomebackagainwhenoncehe’sgone。An’I’dbetterniverha’hadason，asislikenootherbody’ssonforthedeftnessan’th’handiness，an’
　　solookedonbyth’gritfolks，an’tallan’uprightlikeapoplar-tree，an’metobepartedfromhiman’niversee’mnomore。"
　　"Come，Mother，donnagrievethyselfinvain，"saidSeth，inasoothingvoice。"Thee’stnothalfsogoodreasontothinkasAdam’ullgoawayastothinkhe’llstaywiththee。Hemaysaysuchathingwhenhe’sinwrath——andhe’sgotexcuseforbeingwrathfulsometimes——buthisheart’udneverlethimgo。Thinkhowhe’sstoodbyusallwhenit’sbeennonesoeasy——payinghissavingstofreemefromgoingforasoldier，an’turnin’hisearnin’sintowoodforfather，whenhe’sgotplentyo’usesforhismoney，andmanyayoungmanlikehim’udha’beenmarriedandsettledbeforenow。He’llneverturnroundandknockdownhisownwork，andforsakethemasit’sbeenthelabourofhislifetostandby。"
　　"Donnatalktomeabout’smarr’in’，"saidLisbeth，cryingafresh。
　　"He’sset’sheartonthatHettySorrel，as’ullniversaveapenny，an’’ulltossupherheadat’soldmother。An’tothinkashemightha’MaryBurge，an’betookpartners，an’beabigmanwi’workmenunderhim，likeMesterBurge——Dolly’stoldmesoo’erando’eragain——ifitwarnaashe’sset’sheartonthatbitofawench，asiso’nomoreusenorthegillyfloweronthewall。An’
　　hesowiseatbookin’an’figurin’，an’nottoknownobetternorthat！"
　　"But，Mother，theeknow’stwecannalovejustwhereotherfolks’udhaveus。There’snobodybutGodcancontroltheheartofman。
　　Icouldha’wishedmyselfasAdamcouldha’madeanotherchoice，butIwouldn’treproachhimforwhathecan’thelp。AndI’mnotsurebutwhathetriestoo’ercomeit。Butit’samatterashedoesn’tliketobespoketoabout，andIcanonlypraytotheLordtoblessanddirecthim。"
　　"Aye，thee’tallaysreadyenoughatprayin’，butIdonnaseeastheegetsmuchwi’thyprayin’。Theewotnagetdoubleearnin’so’
　　thissideYule。Th’Methodies’llnivermaketheehalfthemanthybrotheris，forallthey’rea-makin’apreacheronthee。"
　　"It’spartlytruththeespeak’stthere，Mother，"saidSeth，mildly；"Adam’sfarbeforeme，an’sdonemoreformethanIcaneverdoforhim。GoddistributestalentstoeverymanaccordingasHeseesgood。Buttheemustnaundervallyprayer。Prayermaynabringmoney，butitbringsuswhatnomoneycanbuy——apowertokeepfromsinandbecontentwithGod’swill，whateverHemaypleasetosend。IftheewouldstpraytoGodtohelpthee，andtrustinHisgoodness，theewouldstnabesouneasyaboutthings。"
　　"Unaisy？I’mi’th’righton’ttobeunaisy。It’swellseenonTHEEwhatitisnivertobeunaisy。Thee’tgi’awayallthyearnin’s，an’niverbeunaisyasthee’stnothin’laidupagain’arainyday。IfAdamhadbeenasaisyasthee，he’dniverha’hadnomoneytopayforthee。Takenothoughtforthemorrow——takenothought——that’swhatthee’tallayssayin’；an’whatcomeson’t？
　　Why，asAdamhastotakethoughtforthee。"
　　"Thosearethewordso’theBible，Mother，"saidSeth。"Theydon’tmeanasweshouldbeidle。Theymeanweshouldn’tbeoveranxiousandworretingourselvesaboutwhat’llhappento-
　　morrow，butdoourdutyandleavetheresttoGod’swill。"
　　"Aye，aye，that’sthewaywi’thee:theeallaysmakesapecko’
　　thyownwordsouto’apinto’theBible’s。Idonnaseehowthee’ttoknowas’takenothoughtforthemorrow’meansallthat。
　　An’whentheBible’ssuchabigbook，an’theecanstreadallthro’t，an’ha’thepicko’thetexes，Icannathinkwhytheedostnapickbetterwordsasdonnameansomuchmorenortheysay。
　　Adamdoesnapickathat’n；Icanunderstan’thetexashe’sallaysa-sayin’，’Godhelpsthemashelpstheirsens。’"
　　"Nay，Mother，"saidSeth，"that’snotexto’theBible。ItcomesoutofabookasAdampickedupatthestallatTreddles’on。Itwaswrotebyaknowingman，butoverworldly，Idoubt。However，thatsaying’spartlytrue；fortheBibletellsuswemustbeworkerstogetherwithGod。"
　　"Well，how’mItoknow？Itsoundslikeatex。Butwhat’sth’
　　matterwi’th’lad？Thee’thardlyatin’abito’supper。Dostnameantoha’nomorenorthatbito’oat-cake？An’theelookstaswhiteasaflicko’newbacon。What’sth’matterwi’thee？"
　　"Nothingtomindabout，Mother；I’mnothungry。I’lljustlookinatAdamagain，andseeifhe’llletmegoonwiththecoffin。"
　　"Ha’adropo’warmbroth？"saidLisbeth，whosemotherlyfeelingnowgotthebetterofher"nattering"habit。"I’llsettwo-threesticksa-lightinaminute。"
　　"Nay，Mother，thankthee；thee’tverygood，"saidSeth，gratefully；andencouragedbythistouchoftenderness，hewenton:"LetmeprayabitwiththeeforFather，andAdam，andallofus——it’llcomfortthee，happen，morethantheethinkst。"
　　"Well，I’venothin’tosayagain’it。"
　　Lisbeth，thoughdisposedalwaystotakethenegativesideinherconversationswithSeth，hadavaguesensethattherewassomecomfortandsafetyinthefactofhispiety，andthatitsomehowrelievedherfromthetroubleofanyspiritualtransactionsonherownbehalf。
　　Sothemotherandsonkneltdowntogether，andSethprayedforthepoorwanderingfatherandforthosewhoweresorrowingforhimathome。AndwhenhecametothepetitionthatAdammightneverbecalledtosetuphistentinafarcountry，butthathismothermightbecheeredandcomfortedbyhispresenceallthedaysofherpilgrimage，Lisbeth’sreadytearsflowedagain，andsheweptaloud。
　　Whentheyrosefromtheirknees，SethwenttoAdamagainandsaid，"Wiltonlyliedownforanhourortwo，andletmegoonthewhile？"
　　"No，Seth，no。MakeMothergotobed，andgothyself。"
　　MeantimeLisbethhaddriedhereyes，andnowfollowedSeth，holdingsomethinginherhands。Itwasthebrown-and-yellowplattercontainingthebakedpotatoeswiththegravyinthemandbitsofmeatwhichshehadcutandmixedamongthem。Thoseweredeartimes，whenwheatenbreadandfreshmeatweredelicaciestoworkingpeople。ShesetthedishdownrathertimidlyonthebenchbyAdam’ssideandsaid，"Theecanstpickabitwhilethee’tworkin’。I’llbringtheeanotherdropo’water。"
　　"Aye，Mother，do，"saidAdam，kindly；"I’mgettingverythirsty。"
　　Inhalfanhourallwasquiet；nosoundwastobeheardinthehousebuttheloudtickingoftheoldday-clockandtheringingofAdam’stools。Thenightwasverystill:whenAdamopenedthedoortolookoutattwelveo’clock，theonlymotionseemedtobeintheglowing，twinklingstars；everybladeofgrasswasasleep。
　　Bodilyhasteandexertionusuallyleaveourthoughtsverymuchatthemercyofourfeelingsandimagination；anditwassoto-nightwithAdam。Whilehismuscleswereworkinglustily，hismindseemedaspassiveasaspectatoratadiorama:scenesofthesadpast，andprobablysadfuture，floatingbeforehimandgivingplaceonetotheotherinswiftsucession。
　　Hesawhowitwouldbeto-morrowmorning，whenhehadcarriedthecoffintoBroxtonandwasathomeagain，havinghisbreakfast:hisfatherperhapswouldcomeinashamedtomeethisson’sglance——
　　wouldsitdown，lookingolderandmoretotteringthanhehaddonethemorningbefore，andhangdownhishead，examiningthefloor-
　　quarries；whileLisbethwouldaskhimhowhesupposedthecoffinhadbeengotready，thathehadslinkedoffandleftundone——forLisbethwasalwaysthefirsttoutterthewordofreproach，althoughshecriedatAdam’sseveritytowardshisfather。
　　"Soitwillgoon，worseningandworsening，"thoughtAdam；
　　"there’snoslippinguphillagain，andnostandingstillwhenonceyouvebeguntoslipdown。"Andthenthedaycamebacktohimwhenhewasalittlefellowandusedtorunbyhisfather’sside，proudtobetakenouttowork，andprouderstilltohearhisfatherboastingtohisfellow-workmenhow"thelittlechaphadanuncommonnotiono’carpentering。"Whatafineactivefellowhisfatherwasthen！WhenpeopleaskedAdamwhoselittleladhewas，hehadasenseofdistinctionasheanswered，"I’mThiasBede’slad。"HewasquitesureeverybodyknewThiasBede——didn’themakethewonderfulpigeon-houseatBroxtonparsonage？Thosewerehappydays，especiallywhenSeth，whowasthreeyearstheyounger，begantogooutworkingtoo，andAdambegantobeateacheraswellasalearner。Butthencamethedaysofsadness，whenAdamwassomewayoninhisteens，andThiasbegantoloiteratthepublic-houses，andLisbethbegantocryathome，andtopourforthherplaintsinthehearingofhersons。Adamrememberedwellthenightofshameandanguishwhenhefirstsawhisfatherquitewildandfoolish，shoutingasongoutfitfullyamonghisdrunkencompanionsatthe"WaggonOverthrown。"Hehadrunawayoncewhenhewasonlyeighteen，makinghisescapeinthemorningtwilightwithalittlebluebundleoverhisshoulder，andhis"mensurationbook"inhispocket，andsayingtohimselfverydecidedlythathecouldbearthevexationsofhomenolonger——hewouldgoandseekhisfortune，settinguphisstickatthecrosswaysandbendinghisstepsthewayitfell。ButbythetimehegottoStoniton，thethoughtofhismotherandSeth，leftbehindtoendureeverythingwithouthim，becametooimportunate，andhisresolutionfailedhim。Hecamebackthenextday，butthemiseryandterrorhismotherhadgonethroughinthosetwodayshadhauntedhereversince。
　　"No！"Adamsaidtohimselfto-night，"thatmustneverhappenagain。It’udmakeapoorbalancewhenmydoingsarecastupatthelast，ifmypooroldmotherstoodo’thewrongside。Myback’sbroadenoughandstrongenough；Ishouldbenobetterthanacowardtogoawayandleavethetroublestobebornebythemasaren’thalfsoable。’Theythatarestrongoughttobeartheinfirmitiesofthosethatareweak，andnottopleasethemselves。’
　　There’satextwantsnocandletoshow’t；itshinesbyitsownlight。It’splainenoughyougetintothewrongroadi’thislifeifyourunafterthisandthatonlyforthesakeo’makingthingseasyandpleasanttoyourself。Apigmaypokehisnoseintothetroughandthinko’nothingoutsideit；butifyou’vegotaman’sheartandsoulinyou，youcan’tbeeasya-makingyourownbedan’
　　leavingtheresttolieonthestones。Nay，nay，I’llneverslipmyneckouto’theyoke，andleavetheloadtobedrawnbytheweakuns。Father’sasorecrosstome，an’slikelytobeformanyalongyeartocome。Whatthen？I’vegotth’health，andthelimbs，andthesperrittobearit。"
　　Atthismomentasmartrap，asifwithawillowwand，wasgivenatthehousedoor，andGyp，insteadofbarking，asmighthavebeenexpected，gavealoudhowl。Adam，verymuchstartled，wentatoncetothedoorandopenedit。Nothingwasthere；allwasstill，aswhenheopeneditanhourbefore；theleavesweremotionless，andthelightofthestarsshowedtheplacidfieldsonbothsidesofthebrookquiteemptyofvisiblelife。Adamwalkedroundthehouse，andstillsawnothingexceptaratwhichdartedintothewoodshedashepassed。Hewentinagain，wondering；thesoundwassopeculiarthatthemomentheheardititcalleduptheimageofthewillowwandstrikingthedoor。Hecouldnothelpalittleshudder，asherememberedhowoftenhismotherhadtoldhimofjustsuchasoundcomingasasignwhensomeonewasdying。Adamwasnotamantobegratuitouslysuperstitious，buthehadthebloodofthepeasantinhimaswellasoftheartisan，andapeasantcannomorehelpbelievinginatraditionalsuperstitionthanahorsecanhelptremblingwhenheseesacamel。Besides，hehadthatmentalcombinationwhichisatoncehumbleintheregionofmysteryandkeenintheregionofknowledge:itwasthedepthofhisreverencequiteasmuchashishardcommonsensewhichgavehimhisdisinclinationtodoctrinalreligion，andheoftencheckedSeth’sargumentativespiritualismbysaying，"Eh，it’sabigmystery；theeknow’stbutlittleaboutit。"AndsoithappenedthatAdamwasatoncepenetratingandcredulous。Ifanewbuildinghadfallendownandhehadbeentoldthatthiswasadivinejudgment，hewouldhavesaid，"Maybe；butthebearingo’
　　theroofandwallswasn’tright，elseitwouldn’tha’comedown"；
　　yethebelievedindreamsandprognostics，andtohisdyingdayhebatedhisbreathalittlewhenhetoldthestoryofthestrokewiththewillowwand。Itellitashetoldit，notattemptingtoreduceittoitsnaturalelements——inoureagernesstoexplainimpressions，weoftenloseourholdofthesympathythatcomprehendsthem。
　　Buthehadthebestantidoteagainstimaginativedreadinthenecessityforgettingonwiththecoffin，andforthenexttenminuteshishammerwasringingsouninterruptedly，thatothersounds，iftherewereany，mightwellbeoverpowered。Apausecame，however，whenhehadtotakeuphisruler，andnowagaincamethestrangerap，andagainGyphowled。Adamwasatthedoorwithoutthelossofamoment；butagainallwasstill，andthestarlightshowedtherewasnothingbutthedew-ladengrassinfrontofthecottage。
　　Adamforamomentthoughtuncomfortablyabouthisfather；butoflateyearshehadnevercomehomeatdarkhoursfromTreddleston，andtherewaseveryreasonforbelievingthathewasthensleepingoffhisdrunkennessatthe"WaggonOverthrown。"Besides，toAdam，theconceptionofthefuturewassoinseparablefromthepainfulimageofhisfatherthatthefearofanyfatalaccidenttohimwasexcludedbythedeeplyinfixedfearofhiscontinualdegradation。
　　Thenextthoughtthatoccurredtohimwasonethatmadehimslipoffhisshoesandtreadlightlyupstairs，tolistenatthebedroomdoors。ButbothSethandhismotherwerebreathingregularly。
　　Adamcamedownandsettoworkagain，sayingtohimself，"Iwon’topenthedooragain。It’snousestaringabouttocatchsightofasound。Maybethere’saworldaboutusaswecan’tsee，butth’
　　ear’squickerthantheeyeandcatchesasoundfrom’tnowandthen。Somepeoplethinktheygetasighton’ttoo，butthey’remostlyfolkswhoseeyesarenotmuchuseto’ematanythingelse。
　　Formypart，Ithinkit’sbettertoseewhenyourperpendicular’struethantoseeaghost。"
　　Suchthoughtsastheseareapttogrowstrongerandstrongerasdaylightquenchesthecandlesandthebirdsbegintosing。Bythetimetheredsunlightshoneonthebrassnailsthatformedtheinitialsonthelidofthecoffin，anylingeringforebodingfromthesoundofthewillowwandwasmergedinsatisfactionthattheworkwasdoneandthepromiseredeemed。TherewasnoneedtocallSeth，forhewasalreadymovingoverhead，andpresentlycamedownstairs。
　　"Now，lad，"saidAdam，asSethmadehisappearance，"thecoffin’sdone，andwecantakeitovertoBrox’on，andbebackagainbeforehalfaftersix。I’lltakeamouthfulo’oat-cake，andthenwe’llbeoff。"
　　Thecoffinwassoonproppedonthetallshouldersofthetwobrothers，andtheyweremakingtheirway，followedclosebyGyp，outofthelittlewoodyardintothelaneatthebackofthehouse。
　　ItwasbutaboutamileandahalftoBroxtonovertheoppositeslope，andtheirroadwoundverypleasantlyalonglanesandacrossfields，wherethepalewoodbinesandthedog-roseswerescentingthehedgerows，andthebirdsweretwitteringandtrillinginthetallleafyboughsofoakandelm。Itwasastrangelymingledpicture——thefreshyouthofthesummermorning，withitsEdenlikepeaceandloveliness，thestalwartstrengthofthetwobrothersintheirrustyworkingclothes，andthelongcoffinontheirshoulders。TheypausedforthelasttimebeforeasmallfarmhouseoutsidethevillageofBroxton。Bysixo’clockthetaskwasdonethecoffinnaileddown，andAdamandSethwereontheirwayhome。
　　Theychoseashorterwayhomewards，whichwouldtakethemacrossthefieldsandthebrookinfrontofthehouse。AdamhadnotmentionedtoSethwhathadhappenedinthenight，buthestillretainedsufficientimpressionfromithimselftosay，"Seth，lad，ifFatherisn’tcomehomebythetimewe’vehadourbreakfast，I
　　thinkit’llbeaswellfortheetogoovertoTreddles’onandlookafterhim，andtheecanstgetmethebrasswireIwant。Nevermindaboutlosinganhouratthywork；wecanmakethatup。Whatdostsay？"
　　"I’mwilling，"saidSeth。"Butseewhatcloudshavegatheredsincewesetout。I’mthinkingweshallhavemorerain。It’llbeasoretimeforth’haymakingifthemeadowsarefloodedagain。
　　Thebrook’sfineandfullnow:anotherday’srain’udcovertheplank，andweshouldhavetogoroundbytheroad。"
　　Theywerecomingacrossthevalleynow，andhadenteredthepasturethroughwhichthebrookran。
　　"Why，what’sthatstickingagainstthewillow？"continuedSeth，beginningtowalkfaster。Adam’sheartrosetohismouth:thevagueanxietyabouthisfatherwaschangedintoagreatdread。HemadenoanswertoSeth，butranforwardprecededbyGyp，whobegantobarkuneasily；andintwomomentshewasatthebridge。
　　Thiswaswhattheomenmeant，then！Andthegrey-hairedfather，ofwhomhehadthoughtwithasortofhardnessafewhoursago，ascertaintolivetobeathorninhissidewasperhapseventhenstrugglingwiththatwaterydeath！ThiswasthefirstthoughtthatflashedthroughAdam’sconscience，beforehehadtimetoseizethecoatanddragoutthetallheavybody。Sethwasalreadybyhisside，helpinghim，andwhentheyhaditonthebank，thetwosonsinthefirstmomentkneltandlookedwithmuteaweattheglazedeyes，forgettingthattherewasneedforaction——forgettingeverythingbutthattheirfatherlaydeadbeforethem。Adamwasthefirsttospeak。
　　"I’llruntoMother，"hesaid，inaloudwhisper。"I’llbebacktotheeinaminute。"
　　PoorLisbethwasbusypreparinghersons’breakfast，andtheirporridgewasalreadysteamingonthefire。Herkitchenalwayslookedthepinkofcleanliness，butthismorningshewasmorethanusuallybentonmakingherhearthandbreakfast-tablelookcomfortableandinviting。
　　"Thelads’ullbefinean’hungry，"shesaid，half-aloud，asshestirredtheporridge。"It’sagoodsteptoBrox’on，an’it’shungryairo’erthehill——wi’thatheavycoffintoo。Eh！It’sheaviernow，wi’poorBobTholerin’t。Howiver，I’vemadeadrapmoreporridgenorcommonthismornin’。Thefeyther’ullhappencomeinarterabit。Notashe’llatemuchporridge。Heswallerssixpenn’ortho’ale，an’savesahap’ortho’por-ridge——that’shiswayo’layin’bymoney，asI’vetoldhimmanyatime，an’amlikelytotellhimagainaforetheday’sout。Eh，poormon，hetakesitquietenough；there’snodenyin’that。"
　　ButnowLisbethheardtheheavy"thud"ofarunningfootstepontheturf，and，turningquicklytowardsthedoor，shesawAdamenter，lookingsopaleandoverwhelmedthatshescreamedaloudandrushedtowardshimbeforehehadtimetospeak。
　　"Hush，Mother，"Adamsaid，ratherhoarsely，"don’tbefrightened。
　　Father’stumbledintothewater。Belikewemaybringhimroundagain。Sethandmearegoingtocarryhimin。Getablanketandmakeithotasthefire。"
　　InrealityAdamwasconvincedthathisfatherwasdeadbutheknewtherewasnootherwayofrepressinghismother’simpetuouswailinggriefthanbyoccupyingherwithsomeactivetaskwhichhadhopeinit。
　　HeranbacktoSeth，andthetwosonsliftedthesadburdeninheart-strickensilence。Thewide-openglazedeyesweregrey，likeSeth’s，andhadoncelookedwithmildprideontheboysbeforewhomThiashadlivedtohanghisheadinshame。Seth’schieffeelingwasaweanddistressatthissuddensnatchingawayofhisfather’ssoul；butAdam’smindrushedbackoverthepastinafloodofrelentingandpity。Whendeath，thegreatReconciler，hascome，itisneverourtendernessthatwerepentof，butourseverity。
　　TheRectorBEFOREtwelveo’clocktherehadbeensomeheavystormsofrain，andthewaterlayindeepguttersonthesidesofthegravelwalksinthegardenofBroxtonParsonage；thegreatProvenceroseshadbeencruellytossedbythewindandbeatenbytherain，andallthedelicate-stemmedborderflowershadbeendasheddownandstainedwiththewetsoil。Amelancholymorning——becauseitwasnearlytimehay-harvestshouldbegin，andinsteadofthatthemeadowswerelikelytobeflooded。
　　Butpeoplewhohavepleasanthomesgetindoorenjoymentsthattheywouldneverthinkofbutfortherain。Ifithadnotbeenawetmorning，Mr。Irwinewouldnothavebeeninthedining-roomplayingatchesswithhismother，andhelovesbothhismotherandchessquitewellenoughtopasssomecloudyhoursveryeasilybytheirhelp。Letmetakeyouintothatdining-roomandshowyoutheRev。
　　AdolphusIrwine，RectorofBroxton，VicarofHayslope，andVicarofBlythe，apluralistatwhomtheseverestChurchreformerwouldhavefounditdifficulttolooksour。Wewillenterverysoftlyandstandstillintheopendoorway，withoutawakingtheglossy-
　　brownsetterwhoisstretchedacrossthehearth，withhertwopuppiesbesideher；orthepug，whoisdozing，withhisblackmuzzlealoft，likeasleepypresident。
　　Theroomisalargeandloftyone，withanamplemullionedorielwindowatoneend；thewalls，yousee，arenew，andnotyetpainted；butthefurniture，thoughoriginallyofanexpensivesort，isoldandscanty，andthereisnodraperyaboutthewindow。
　　Thecrimsonclothoverthelargedining-tableisverythreadbare，thoughitcontrastspleasantlyenoughwiththedeadhueoftheplasteronthewalls；butonthiscloththereisamassivesilverwaiterwithadecanterofwateronit，ofthesamepatternastwolargeronesthatareproppeduponthesideboardwithacoatofarmsconspicuousintheircentre。Yoususpectatoncethattheinhabitantsofthisroomhaveinheritedmorebloodthanwealth，andwouldnotbesurprisedtofindthatMr。Irwinehadafinelycutnostrilandupperlip；butatpresentwecanonlyseethathehasabroadflatbackandanabundanceofpowderedhair，allthrownbackwardandtiedbehindwithablackribbon——abitofconservatismincostumewhichtellsyouthatheisnotayoungman。Hewillperhapsturnroundbyandby，andinthemeantimewecanlookatthatstatelyoldlady，hismother，abeautifulagedbrunette，whoserich-tonedcomplexioniswellsetoffbythecomplexwrappingsofpurewhitecambricandlaceaboutherheadandneck。SheisaserectinhercomelyembonpointasastatueofCeres；andherdarkface，withitsdelicateaquilinenose，firmproudmouth，andsmall，intense，blackeye，issokeenandsarcasticinitsexpressionthatyouinstinctivelysubstituteapackofcardsforthechess-menandimaginehertellingyourfortune。Thesmallbrownhandwithwhichsheisliftingherqueenisladenwithpearls，diamonds，andturquoises；andalargeblackveilisverycarefullyadjustedoverthecrownofhercap，andfallsinsharpcontrastonthewhitefoldsaboutherneck。Itmusttakealongtimetodressthatoldladyinthemorning！Butitseemsalawofnaturethatsheshouldbedressedso:sheisclearlyoneofthosechildrenofroyaltywhohaveneverdoubtedtheirrightdivineandnevermetwithanyonesoabsurdastoquestionit。
　　"There，Dauphin，tellmewhatthatis！"saysthismagnificentoldlady，asshedepositsherqueenveryquietlyandfoldsherarms。
　　"Ishouldbesorrytoutteraworddisagreeabletoyourfeelings。"
　　"Ah，youwitch-mother，yousorceress！HowisaChristianmantowinagameoffyou？Ishouldhavesprinkledtheboardwithholywaterbeforewebegan。You’venotwonthatgamebyfairmeans，now，sodon’tpretendit。"
　　"Yes，yes，that’swhatthebeatenhavealwayssaidofgreatconquerors。Butsee，there’sthesunshinefallingontheboard，toshowyoumoreclearlywhatafoolishmoveyoumadewiththatpawn。Come，shallIgiveyouanotherchance？"
　　"No，Mother，Ishallleaveyoutoyourownconscience，nowit’sclearingup。Wemustgoandplashupthemudalittle，mus’n’twe，Juno？"Thiswasaddressedtothebrownsetter，whohadjumpedupatthesoundofthevoicesandlaidhernoseinaninsinuatingwayonhermaster’sleg。"ButImustgoupstairsfirstandseeAnne。IwascalledawaytoTholer’sfuneraljustwhenIwasgoingbefore。"
　　"It’sofnouse，child；shecan’tspeaktoyou。Katesaysshehasoneofherworstheadachesthismorning。"
　　"Oh，shelikesmetogoandseeherjustthesame；she’snevertooilltocareaboutthat。"
　　Ifyouknowhowmuchofhumanspeechismerepurposelessimpulseorhabit，youwillnotwonderwhenItellyouthatthisidenticalobjectionhadbeenmade，andhadreceivedthesamekindofanswer，manyhundredtimesinthecourseofthefifteenyearsthatMr。
　　Irwine’ssisterAnnehadbeenaninvalid。Splendidoldladies，whotakealongtimetodressinthemorning，haveoftenslightsympathywithsicklydaughters。
　　ButwhileMr。Irwinewasstillseated，leaningbackinhischairandstrokingJuno’shead，theservantcametothedoorandsaid，"Ifyouplease，sir，JoshuaRannwishestospeakwithyou，ifyouareatliberty。"
　　"Lethimbeshowninhere，"saidMrs。Irwine，takingupherknitting。"IalwaysliketohearwhatMr。Rannhasgottosay。
　　Hisshoeswillbedirty，butseethathewipesthemCarroll。"
　　IntwominutesMr。Rannappearedatthedoorwithverydeferentialbows，which，however，werefarfromconciliatingPug，whogaveasharpbarkandranacrosstheroomtoreconnoitrethestranger’slegs；whilethetwopuppies，regardingMr。Rann’sprominentcalfandribbedworstedstockingsfromamoresensuouspointofview，plungedandgrowledoverthemingreatenjoyment。Meantime，Mr。
　　Irwineturnedroundhischairandsaid，"Well，Joshua，anythingthematteratHayslope，thatyou’vecomeoverthisdampmorning？
　　Sitdown，sitdown。Nevermindthedogs；givethemafriendlykick。Here，Pug，yourascal！"
　　Itisverypleasanttoseesomementurnround；pleasantasasuddenrushofwarmairinwinter，ortheflashoffirelightinthechilldusk。Mr。Irwinewasoneofthosemen。Heborethesamesortofresemblancetohismotherthatourlovingmemoryofafriend’sfaceoftenbearstothefaceitself:thelineswereallmoregenerous，thesmilebrighter，theexpressionheartier。Iftheoutlinehadbeenlessfinelycut，hisfacemighthavebeencalledjolly；butthatwasnottherightwordforitsmixtureofbonhomieanddistinction。
　　"ThankYourReverence，"answeredMr。Rann，endeavouringtolookunconcernedabouthislegs，butshakingthemalternatelytokeepoffthepuppies；"I’llstand，ifyouplease，asmorebecoming。I
　　hopeIseeyouan’Mrs。Irwinewell，an’MissIrwine——an’MissAnne，Ihope’saswellasusual。"
　　"Yes，Joshua，thankyou。Youseehowbloomingmymotherlooks。
　　Shebeatsusyoungerpeoplehollow。Butwhat’sthematter？"
　　"Why，sir，IhadtocometoBrox’ontodeliversomework，andI
　　thoughtitbutrighttocallandletyouknowthegoins-onasthere’sbeeni’thevillage，suchasIhannaseeni’mytime，andI’velivedinitmanandboysixtyyearcomeSt。Thomas，andcollectedth’EasterduesforMr。BlickbeforeYourReverencecomeintotheparish，andbeenattheringin’o’everybell，andthediggin’o’everygrave，andsungi’thechoirlongaforeBartleMasseycomefromnobodyknowswhere，wi’hiscounter-singin’andfineanthems，asputseverybodyoutbuthimself——onetakin’itupafteranotherlikesheepa-bleatin’i’th’fold。Iknowwhatbelongstobein’aparishclerk，andIknowasIshouldbewantin’
　　i’respecttoYourReverence，an’church，an’king，ifIwast’
　　allowsuchgoins-onwi’outspeakin’。Iwastookbysurprise，an’
　　knowednothin’onitbeforehand，an’Iwassoflustered，IwascleanasifI’dlostmytools。Ihannaslep’morenorfourhourthisnightasispastan’gone；an’thenitwasnothin’butnightmare，astiredmeworsenorwakin’。"
　　"Why，whatintheworldisthematter，Joshua？Havethethievesbeenatthechurchleadagain？"
　　"Thieves！No，sir——an’yet，asImaysay，itisthieves，an’a-
　　thievin’thechurch，too。It’stheMethodissesasisliketogetth’upperhandi’th’parish，ifYourReverencean’HisHonour，SquireDonnithorne，doesnathinkwelltosaythewordan’forbidit。NotasI’ma-dictatin’toyou，sir；I’mnotforgettin’myselfsofarastobewiseabovemybetters。Howiver，whetherI’mwiseorno，that’sneitherherenorthere，butwhatI’vegottosayI
　　say——astheyoungMethodiswomanasisatMesterPoyser’swasa-
　　preachin’an’a-prayin’ontheGreenlastnight，assureasI’ma-
　　stannin’aforeYourReverencenow。"
　　"PreachingontheGreen！"saidMr。Irwine，lookingsurprisedbutquiteserene。"What，thatpaleprettyyoungwomanI’veseenatPoyser’s？IsawshewasaMethodist，orQuaker，orsomethingofthatsort，byherdress，butIdidn’tknowshewasapreacher。"
　　"It’satruewordasIsay，sir，"rejoinedMr。Rann，compressinghismouthintoasemicircularformandpausinglongenoughtoindicatethreenotesofexclamation。"ShepreachedontheGreenlastnight；an’she’slaidholdofChad’sBess，asthegirl’sbeeni’fitswellyiversin’。"
　　"Well，BessyCranageisahearty-lookinglass；Idaresayshe’llcomeroundagain，Joshua。Didanybodyelsegointofits？"
　　"No，sir，Icannasayastheydid。Butthere’snoknowin’what’llcome，ifwe’ret’havesuchpreachin’sasthata-goin’oniveryweek——there’llbenolivin’i’th’village。ForthemMethodissesmakefolksbelieveasiftheytakeamugo’drinkextry，an’maketheirselvesabitcomfortable，they’llhavetogotohellfor’tassureasthey’reborn。I’mnotatipplin’mannoradrunkard