"How has Harriet got the money to buy in the property?" said Justin musingly. "I remember she came in for her mother's money, but it wasn't a fortune." "Mr. Bolland says that she has been screwing and saving for years to do it. He wants me to go and see Miss Carrie, but how can I force my way in? And he thinks that if I get to know them I may make peace between them, but how can I? He expects impossibilities from me. He went to see the elder one, Miss Harriet, for she is really his parishioner, but he says she is like adamant as far as her sister is concerned." "I don't see that you need trouble about them," Justin said; "quarrels like that can't be mended." "Oh, but it's dreadfully sad, and it brings such hardness and bitterness into lives which might be happy and serene in their old age." "If people can't live at peace, let them part," said Justin sternly; "because you've lived together as children is no reason for continuing to do so when your tempers are contrary and your hearts bitter." As he spoke, the quarrel between himself and his sister flashed into Anstice's mind. She looked at him inquiringly, and then impulse prompted her to say: "Is that a bit of experience?" "It is," he said shortly. For a moment there was silence between them, then he looked at her searchingly. "Your face tells tales," he said; "you've heard from my Aunt Lucy about our family row, I suppose?" "Yes, I am afraid I did. Oh, Justin, you are not going to continue the ill-feeling between you and your sister all your life?" He shrugged his shoulders. "Another case of these terrible North-country people, eh? I was willing to be friends with her long ago, but, it is useless. If you can patch up the Miss Maybricks' quarrel, you may be able to patch up ours. But you'll be a very clever woman to do either. Now what do you want to do? I wouldn't mind calling on Miss Carrie with you if you like. We could take over the car to-morrow. But if she's ill, she'll hardly be likely to see visitors." "Mr. Bolland says it is rheumatism, but he says she does see people. For it was an old friend who went to see her who told Mr. Bolland about her. It's very good of you. I think I should like to see her." So the next day Justin had out the car. He had engaged a chauffeur on a month's trial, so did not drive himself. It was a lovely day, and as they wound about the Fells, going up through a pass into a still wilder and more desolate country beyond, Anstice turned to her husband: "Do you think that this wild, bold scenery hardens people's hearts instead of softening? I imagine we are susceptible to our atmosphere." He laughed. "Have you found yourself hardening since you have been amongst the Fells?"