"I knew that you would have told me, if I had given you any encouragement. I didn’t want you to tell me. I knew too that you had seen her and must have thought of her as I think now. If you hadn’t I think you would have told me anyhow." He breathed a sigh of relief. "That’s off my mind then," he said. "I didn’t like keeping anything from you. And I’ve told Harry more than once that he had nothing to fear from you." "He couldn’t believe that, I suppose. He might have thought that I would behave as Charlotte—that light fool—has behaved." "You had Harry’s letter before you saw her?" "Yes, but the post is very late at Poldaven. I went home at once, and saw her. On my way to Royd I thought how I could bring some of the truth home to her. I think I made an impression." Her voice was as quiet as before, but something in its tone caused him to look up. "You didn’t spare her, I suppose," he said. "No, I didn’t spare her. I think I was cruel. I know I meant to be. But she’s not worth troubling oneself about. Anger is a debasing passion, and I’m not sure that mine was altogether righteous anger. I wanted to make an end of her. I hope for the future I shall need to see very little of her." He looked grave. "Can’t you forgive her, if things go right now?" he asked. "Oh, forgive her! If I know anything of her—and I ought to by this time—she’ll never forgive me. She’ll hate me to her dying day, and I care no more than if she loved me. What is the love of a poor thing like that worth? She loved Harry, and what does that amount to?" "She did love him, though. She did give her life up to him, in the only way she could have done. It wasn’t in her to make herself happy living as she did—as we all did—at Royd. But she stuck to it for nearly twenty years." "Oh, yes. I kept her to that. I was fair to her; I gave her her chance. It would have been an immense relief if she had gone away. If I hadn’t been fair to her I could have got rid of her easily enough. She would have gone, and she would never have known that she hadn’t gone of her own accord." He laughed at that. "I think there were times when you nearly allowed yourself to drive her away," he said. "Of course I don’t defend what she did. She had a great chance with Harry, and she lost it. But it is hard, I suppose, for mothers to lose their sons after they have been so much to them. There is some excuse for her."