He tried his utmost to obtain a further concession. She was resolute. She did not wish to be ungracious, but she was determined to give him no encouragement. She had thought out her position, and resolved on her course. She knew that her way was chalked for her. She must be mother to all her little sisters and brothers, till they were grown up and had dispersed. There was no saying what her father might do were she away. He might marry again, and a stepmother would ill-treat or neglect the little ones. If she were to marry, it could be on one understanding only, that she brought the family with her to the husband’s house—and to that no man would consent. It would be unfair to burden a young man thus. Her father, moreover, was not a man to be left. What Charles had become, without a firm hand over him, that might Oliver Luxmore also become, even if he did not marry. His dispositions were not bad, but his character was infirm. No! it was impossible for her to contemplate marriage. Kate might, but not she. The line of duty lay clear before her as a white road in summer heat, and she had not even the wish to desert it. It was right for her to nip Larry’s growing liking for herself, at once and in the bud. After Larry had gone, she folded and put away his present among her few valuables. She valued it, as the first warm breath of spring is valued. She said nothing to Kate or the others about it. Her heart was lighter, and she sang over her work. The little offering was a token that through the troubled sky the sun was about to shine. A day or two after, Charles lounged in, and seated himself by the fire. She was pleased to see him. He was at honest work with Mr. Langford, earning an honest wage. She said as much. Charles laughed contemptuously. ’Ninepence,’ he said, ’ninepence a day. What is ninepence?’ ’It is more than you had as a soldier.’ ’But as a soldier I had the uniform and the position. Now I am a day-labourer—I, a Luxmore, the young squire with ninepence and lodging and meat.’ ’Well, Charles, it is a beginning.’ ’Beginning at ninepence. As Mrs. Veale says, "One can’t stand upon coppers and keep out of the dirt." What is the meat and drink? The cider cuts one’s throat as it goes down, and the food is insufficient and indigestible. If I had not a friend to forage for me, I should be badly off.’ ’If you keep this place a twelvemonth, you will get a better situation next year.’ ’Keep at Langford a twelvemonth!’ exclaimed Charles. ’Not if I know it. It won’t do. Never mind why. I say it won’t do.’ Then he began working his heel in a hole of the floor where the slate was broken. ’You know Mrs. Veale?’ he asked, without looking at his sister. ’Yes, Charles. That is, I have seen her, and have even spoken to her, but—know her—that is more than I profess. She is not a person I am like to know.’