him how small errors ought to be forgiven. But would he come to her, or would he only write? Surely he would come to her now when there was matter of such vital moment to be discussed between them! Surely there would be little directions to her given, which should be obeyed,--oh, with such care, if he would be good to her. That pernicious groom must have ridden home along the road nearly as quick as the Dean's cob would carry him for the express purpose of saying that there was no message. When he had been about ten minutes in the Cross Hall kitchen, he was told that there was no message, and had trotted off with most unnecessary speed. Mary was with her father when word was brought to him, saying that there was no message. "Oh, papa, he doesn't care!" she said. "He will be sure to write," said the Dean, "and he would not allow himself to write in a hurry." "But why doesn't he come?" "He ought to come." "Oh, papa;--if he doesn't care, I shall die." "Men always care very much." "But if he has made up his mind to quarrel with me for ever, then he won't care. Why didn't he send his love?" "He wouldn't do that by the groom." "I'd send him mine by a chimney-sweep if there were nobody else." Then the door was opened, and in half a second she was in her husband's arms. "Oh, George, my darling, my own, I am so happy. I thought you would come. Oh, my dear!" Then the Dean crept out without a word, and the husband and the wife were together for hours. "Do you think she is well," said Lord George to the Dean in the course of the afternoon. "Well? why shouldn't she be well!" "In this condition I take it one never quite knows." "I should say there isn't a young woman in England in better general health. I never knew her to be ill in my life since she had the measles." "I thought she seemed flushed." "No doubt,--at seeing you." "I suppose she ought to see the doctor." "See a fiddlestick. If she's not fretted she won't want a doctor till the time comes when the doctor will be with her whether she wants him or not. There's nothing so bad as coddling. Everybody knows that now. The great thing is to make her happy."