"Well my dear," said the Judge, "I understand Mr. Linden to have been actuated by a very benevolent motive--I understand his feelings. He wouldn't run the risk of accusing a man unjustly--I can't blame him. It's right, I think, though it's provoking. What do you think, Miss Faith?" Faith lifted her eyes, but perhaps the doctor saw in her changing cheek some token of the pain he had stirred in the morning. He prevented her reply. "Ladies don't think about these things, my dear sir!--Aunt Ellen is so sharp she gets ahead of her sex. Let me have the honour of suggesting a pleasanter subject of meditation. I have seen to-night, aunt Ellen, the most exquisite and valuable jewelry I have ever seen in my life!" "Here in Pattaquasset!" said his sister. "In Pattaquasset--or perhaps in the world." "Don't excite yourself, Sophy," said Mrs. Somers,--"let's hear what they were, first." Faith, like everybody else, looked for the doctor's answer, though she hardly knew what she was looking at. "A lady, aunt Ellen," the doctor went on, glancing at her,--"had made a necklace of her mother's arms,--and a cross, more precious than diamonds, of her mother's hands; and clasping this cross to her breast, adorned with this most exquisite and rare adornment, had--gone to sleep!" "And for once," said Mrs. Somers, "you preferred the wearer to the jewels and--went into a trance! I can imagine you!" "I? not I!"--said the doctor--"I went up stairs. But you have no idea of the effect." Faith had been experiencing some of the scattering fire of society, which hits no one knows where and no one knows when. First the name of Phil Davids had ploughed up the ground at her right; then the question about the man who had fired the shot had ploughed up the ground at her left; and shaken first by one and then by the other she had welcomed the doctor's change of subject and now was smiling as pleased as anybody. "I didn't suppose the trance was a long one," said Mrs. Somers, with a little raising of her eyebrows. "Faith, my dear, what have you done to that little Seacomb child? I can't get over my astonishment at his transformation." "I am afraid there isn't much transformation yet," Faith said. "He listens very quietly and behaves well in school--but I don't know how he is at home." "You are not a school teacher _too?_" said the doctor. "It isn't a bad trade," said Faith, though her cheeks had answered for her another way. "Not a bad trade--certainly--but one may have too many trades. Aunt Ellen--I had the honour--do you believe it? of giving Miss Derrick lessons this morning." "I think she was very good to permit it," said Mrs. Somers composedly. "She was very good"--said the doctor demurely. "I am afraid that is her character generally!" He was called off by his father, and Miss Harrison seized Faith and planted her between herself and Mrs. Somers on the sofa.