“One man was very hard on me, and I didn't expect it from him--no, I won't tell you his name, for he behaved very handsomely in the end. Perhaps I didn't deserve all the sharp words, but I am sure I haven't deserved any of the kind words that were said before the day was done. But never mind about me just now: tell me how you got on. Wasn't it your visiting day? did... any one call?” “So you were thinking about me in all your troubles!”--his wife put her arm round Hatch-ard's neck--“and you were afraid I should be deserted because you were victimised by those speculators! Now confess.” “Well, you know, Amy, society is not very merciful, and I think women are the crudest of all. What hits a man, if he is unfortunate, or... worse, is that his poor wife is made to suffer. If her husband has done... I mean has acted foolishly, well, say, has lost money, his wife is neglected and cut and made to feel miserable. It's a beastly shame, and I was afraid that...” “I would be sitting all alone to-day, because we are poor. Do you know, Tom, I was just a tiny bit nervous too, although I would not have told you this morning for worlds. And now I have splendid news to give you: our friends are as true as steel. Now answer a question, Tom, to see whether you and I agree about the difference between acquaintances and friends. Mention the names of the three families you would expect to stand by us in our trial.” “The Oxleys, of course, wife, and... I would have said the Beazleys, and, let me see, yes, the Macfarlanes, although their manner doesn't allow them to show what they feel. Am I right?” “To a man (and woman), they all called today--the women, I mean: I daresay the men called on you. And they all said the nicest things, and what is best, they said the nicest things about you: yes, they did, and if you doubt my word we shall separate... do you really think I would chaff to-day? “Sit there, just where I can lay my head on your shoulder, and I shall describe everything. It was half-past two when I began to watch the clock and wonder whether any one would come: have other people had the same feeling? About a quarter to three the bell rang, and my heart beat: who would it be? It was nothing--a tax paper; and I began to think what I would have done if the same thing had happened to one of our friends--how I would have simply rushed along and been in the house the first decent minute after lunch, and how I would...” “I know you would, Pet, and that is why they did it to you. Well, drive on.” “Exactly at eight minutes to three--oh, I know the time to-day without mistake--the door opened, and in came Mrs. Macfarlane; and do you know what she did?” “She didn't!” cried Hatchard--“not kissed you?” “Yes, she did, and a real kiss; and she took me in her arms, and I saw tears in her eyes, and--and... I cried for a minute; I couldn't help it, and it was quite a comfort. She hadn't said a word all this time, and that was just right, wasn't it?”