And then Mary began the pitiful story, the same they had heard in Lonsdale--the sudden arrival of the girl and her governess, and innocent Susan's puzzled interest in them; Mr. Fordham's appearance afterwards, his sudden snatch at the stranger, his ready use of Arthur's letter, which Susan was disturbed about, to persuade her that she must instantly go to her mother and set all right; the journey bringing them late at night to an unknown place, which, with the boom of the unexpected sea in their ears, the defenceless deceived creatures found out not to be Carlingford. Mary knew nothing of the scene which had been enacted up-stairs, when the villanous scheme was made known to the unhappy victim. She could tell nothing but by guesses of what had passed and followed, and Mary, of course, by a natural certainty, guessed the worst. But next day Susan had written to her mother, either because she was still deceived or still innocent; and the next day again Mary was sent away under a pretence of being sent to church, and the false Fordham himself had conducted her to town and left her there. Such was Mary's tale. Last night she had met Mr. Arthur and given him the address. Now, no doubt, they were on their way,--if only missis would not take on! "No," said the widow once more, with speechless lips. Take on! oh no, never more. Surely all these light afflictions that could bring tears were over now--nothing but horror and agony remained. The poor mother sat for a little in a dreadful silence, aching all over her anguished frame. Nothing was to be said or done; the pause of utter misery, in which thought itself had no place, but one horrible sensation of suffering was all that remained of life, passed over her; then a faint agonised smile fluttered upon her white lips. She drew on her glove again slowly and with pain. "I must go out, Mary," said Arthur's mother. "I must do my duty if the world were all breaking up, as I--I think it is; and you must stay here and tell my poor darling her mother will come back to her directly. And don't talk to the other servant, Mary. You shall be like my own child if you will stand by us now." "O missis dear, not a word--not if it was to save my life!" said poor Mary, through her tears.