He found that lady in an attitude of aggressive tranquillity. With careful ostentation she washed her hands of the whole affair. Left to her own way, she might have been inclined to consider that George's foolish recklessness had been atoned for by his manly retractation--or, on the other hand, she might not. It mattered very little which would have been the case; and, if it comforted him, he was at liberty to suppose that she would have embraced the former opinion. The decision did not lie with her. Let him ask Laura and Laura's father. They had made up their minds, and it was not in her province or power to try to change their minds for them. In fact, Mrs. Pocklington took up the position which Mr. Spenlow has made famous--only she had two partners where Mr. Spenlow had but one. George had a shrewd idea that her neutrality covered a favourable inclination towards himself, and thanked her warmly for not ranking herself among his enemies. "I am even emboldened," he said, "to ask your advice how I can best overcome Miss Pocklington's adverse opinion." "Laura thinks you have made her look foolish. You see, she took your cause up rather warmly." "I know. She was most generous." "You were so very confident." "Yes; but one little thing at the end tripped me up. I couldn't have foreseen it. Mrs. Pocklington, do you think she will be very obdurate?" "Oh, I've nothing to do with it. Don't ask me." "I wish I could rely on your influence." "I haven't any influence," declared Mrs. Pocklington. "She's as obstinate as a--as resolute as her father." George rose to go. He was rather disheartened; the price he had to pay for the luxury of generosity seemed very high. Mrs. Pocklington was moved to pity. "George," she said, "I feel like a traitor, but I will give you one little bit of advice." "Ah!" cried George, his face brightening. "What is it, my dear Mrs. Pocklington?" "As to my husband, I say nothing; but as to Laura----" "Yes, yes!" "Let her alone--absolutely." "Let her alone! But that's giving it up." "Don't call, don't write, don't be known to speak of her. There, I've done what I oughtn't; but you're an old friend of mine, George." "But I say, Mrs. Pocklington, won't some other fellow seize the chance?" "If she likes you best, what does that matter? If she doesn't----" And Mrs. Pocklington shrugged her shoulders. George was convinced by this logic. "I will try," he said. "Try?" "Yes, try to let her alone. But it's difficult." "Stuff and nonsense. Laura isn't indispensable." "I know those are not your real views." "You're not her mother; for which you may thank Heaven." "I do," said George, and took his leave, rather consoled. He would have been even more cheerful had he known that Laura's door was ajar, and Laura was listening for the bang of the hall door. When she heard it, she went down to her mother. "Who was your visitor, mamma?" "Oh, George Neston." "What did _he_ come about?" "Well, my dear, to see me, I suppose."