She went direct to Will. He drew a low stool to his side, and Aspatria sat down upon it, and then stretched out her left hand to Brune. The two men looked at their sister, and then they looked at each other. The look was a vow. Both so understood it. "Will and Brune," the girl spoke softly, but with a great steadiness,--"Will and Brune, I am sorry to have given you so much shame and trouble." "It is not your fault, Aspatria," said Brune. "But I will do so no more. I will never name Ulfar again. I will try to be cheerful and to make home cheerful, try to carry on life as it used to be before he came. We will not let people talk of him, we will not mind it if they do. Eh, Will?" "Just now, dear, in a little while." "Will, dear Will! what did that card mean,--the one Ulfar's friend gave? You will not go near Ulfar, Will? Please do not!" "I have a bit of business to settle with him, Aspatria, and then I never want to see his face again." "Will, you must not go." "Ay, but I must. I have been thought of with a lot of bad names, but no one shall think 'coward' of me." "Will, remember all I have suffered to-day." "I am not likely to forget it." "That ride home, Will, was as if I was going up Calvary. My wedding-dress was heavy as a cross, and that foolish wreath of flowers was a wreath of cruel thorns. I was pitied and scorned, till I felt as if my heart--my real heart--was all bruised and torn. I have suffered so much, Will, spare me more suffering. Will! Will! for your little sister's sake, put that card in the fire, and stay here, right here with me." "My lass! my dear lass, you cannot tell what you are asking." "I am asking you to give up your revenge. I know that is a great thing for a man to do. But, Will, dear, you stand in father's place, you are sitting in father's chair; what would he say to you?" "He would say, 'Give the rascal a good thrashing, Will. When a man wrongs a woman, there is no other punishment for him. Thrash him to within an inch of his cruel, selfish, contemptible life!' That is what father would say, Aspatria. I know it, I feel it." "If you will not give up your revenge for me, nor yet for father, then I ask you for mother's sake! What would mother say to-night if she were here?--very like she is here. Listen to her, Will. She is saying, 'Spare my little girl any more sorrow and shame, Will, my boy Will!'--that is what mother would say. And if you hurt Ulfar you hurt me also, and if Ulfar hurts you my heart will break. The fell-side is ringing now with my troubles. If I have any more, I will go away where no one can find me. For mother's sake, Will! For mother's sake!" The strong man was sobbing behind his hands, the struggle was a terrific one. Brune watched it with tears streaming unconsciously down his cheeks. Aspatria sunk at Will's feet, and buried her face on his knees. "For mother's sake, Will! Let Ulfar go free." "My dear little lass, I cannot!"