"Why she _could_ look pale, but I don't see that she does even that;--unless, perhaps, just such a _tingy_ paleness as is rather becoming than otherwise. Dear Mrs. Derrick, I hope you have forgiven Julius?" It was a sorrowful smile that met her words, and eyes that grew dim and looked away. "I suppose I could forgive the whole world--since he didn't do any more harm," Mrs. Derrick said with her wonted gentleness. "But I wouldn't see her go with him again, Miss Sophy--if that's what you call forgiveness." "Why not? Dear Mrs. Derrick!"-- "Why not?"--said the good lady--"why Faith's used to being taken care of, Miss Sophy--and I'm used to seeing it." "My dear Mrs. Derrick!"--Miss Harrison exclaimed out of breath,--"do you think she was not taken care of? Julius knows his horses, and he is a capital hand with them; he says himself he thinks he should have brought them to, if that little wretch of a boy hadn't thrown op his nat before their eyes. No horses would stand that, you know. And the best man in the world, and the best driver, can't be _certain_ of his horses, Mrs. Derrick. Not take care of her!--" "I don't mean to say that he didn't mean to!" said Mrs Derrick quietly, "but I don't think he knows how. You needn't look so, Miss Sophy--I'm not saying a word against your brother. But Faith's only part of the world to him--and she's the whole of it to me. He should have taken horses he _was_ sure of," said Mrs. Derrick with a little flush on her cheek. "I don't know," said Miss Harrison softly, and looking at Faith,--"I don't know just what part of the world she is to him--but I think, and am very sure, he would have thrown himself oat rather than her. Can anybody do more? Can any _man_ do more, Mrs. Derrick?" she said smiling. "I know you are her mother; and though I am not her mother, I think of her just as you do." "I can't say what any man can do," said Mrs. Derrick pleasantly,--"I havent tried many. And you can't tell how I feel, Miss Sophy it isn't cross, if it sounds so. How long has Dr. Harrison had those horses?" "Why, not very long," said Miss Harrison,--"he hasn't been home long himself. But he's a good judge of horses," she said, a little less sure of her ground than in the former part of the conversation. Perhaps she was not sorry to have it interrupted. "My dear Mrs. Derrick!" said Mr. Somers entering,--"I have come to congratulate you! Miss Harrison, I see, is before me in this pleasant--a--office. Miss Faith!--I am glad to see you looking so well after your overthrow." Mr. Somers went round shaking hands as he spoke.--"Mrs. Somers will be here presently to join me--she stopped a few minutes by the way. Mrs. Somers always has more business on hand than I can--a--keep up with. Mrs. Derrick, I have rejoiced with you, indeed, ma'am."