"Perhaps the parish clerk’s wife," said Will, with a mental glance at Mrs. Bexley, "and the vet.’s wife, and a few women of similar extraction or education, might be shocked; but the educated and intelligent of them would only be envious of my mother. Wherever you go, you will find people who believe in witches, and the eternal damnation of unconverted niggers, and the divine right of the nearest squire; but you don’t suppose that we are all partial idiots? And even these people, if you went into the St. Mary-Kirby Church, would only have to look at you——" "You said something like that to me before," she replied, with the same nervous haste to exhibit every objection—was it that she the more wished them to be explained away?—"and I told you I did not think much of the charity that was only extended to me personally because my face was not old and haggard. Suppose that I were old and painted, and——" "But if you were old, you would not be painted." "I might." "In that case, all the women would have some ground to be suspicious of you; and many of them would be angry because you were allowed a luxury denied them by their husbands. Really, Miss Brunel, you do the ’outsiders’ an injustice," he added, warming to his work. "Stupid people and uneducated people do not care for nice discriminations. They have always decided opinions. They like to have clear lines of thought and positive decisions. They ticket things off, and stick to their classifications through thick and thin, as if they were infallible. But you do wrong to care for the opinion of the stupid and uneducated." "I should like to believe you; but how can I? If, as you say, we have fallen so low as even to earn the contempt of the stupid——" "My darling," he said, and then he stopped as if a bullet had gone through him, "I—I beg your pardon; but I really fancied for the moment I was quarrelling with some of Dove’s nonsense——" She smiled in such an easy way at the mistake, however, that he saw she put no importance upon it.