And Miss Verity described him, while a pretty stain of colour illuminated her cheek once more. "You think quite possibly yes?--How I wish I had known that at the time. I would certainly have stopped and expressed my gratitude to him. Such a mercy he was at hand!--Poor dearest Damaris! I hope his good offices have already been acknowledged. Do you know if my brother has seen and thanked him?" The expression of Theresa's round little face, still puffy and blotched from her last night's weeping, held a world of reproachful remindings. "Ah! no," the other cried conscience-stricken--"no, of course not. How thoughtless of me to ask you. And"--another mental skippit--"and that you should be forbidden the sick-room too, not permitted to nurse Damaris! My poor friend, indeed I do feel for you. I so well understand that must have caused you more pain than anything." A remark her hearer found it not altogether easy to counter with advantage to her own cause, so wisely let it pass in silence. "I know--I know, you can hardly trust yourself to speak of it. I am so grieved--so very grieved. But one must be practical. I think you are wise to yield without further protest. I will sound my brother--just find out if he shows any signs of relenting. Of course, you can understand, I ought to hear his view of the matter too--not, that I question your account, dear friend, for one instant. Meanwhile make all your arrangements." "The village!"--Theresa put in, with a note of despair this time perfectly genuine. "Ah, yes--the village. But if I take you away, in my fly I mean, that will give you a position, a standing. It will go far to prevent unpleasant gossip!" Miss Verity's soul looked out of her candid eyes with a positive effulgence of charity. "Oh! I can enter so fully into your shrinking from all that. We will treat your going as temporary, merely temporary--in speaking of it both here and at Paulton Lacy. Of course, you might stay with your friends, the good Miss Minetts; but I can't honestly counsel your doing so. I am afraid Sir Charles might not quite like your remaining in Deadham directly after leaving his house. It might be awkward, and give rise to tiresome enquiries and comment. One has to consider those things.--No--I think it would be a far better plan that you should spend a week at Stourmouth. That would give us time to see our way more clearly. I know of some quite nice rooms kept by a former maid of Lady Bulparc's. You would be quite comfortable there--and, as dinner at Paulton Lacy isn't till eight, I could quite well go into Stourmouth with you myself this afternoon. And, my dear friend, you will, won't you, forgive my speaking of this"-- Miss Verity--whose income, be it added, was anything but princely--gave an engagingly apologetic little laugh.