“The man that was so like----” said Mrs. Murray; and then she stopped, and shut up her lips tight, as if to establish even physical safeguards against the utterance of another word. “He is very like his family--just the reverse of poor dear Edgar,” said Miss Somers; “but I don’t like him at all, and he is such a dear fellow---- If there had been no son, Arthur would have succeeded, and poor dear Clare would have been cut off, unless they were to marry. I sometimes think if they were to marry---- Was that your daughter stirring? I can’t think how you don’t die of fright to see her lying there so still. Do bring her to see me, please. I am never out of my room--except now, in this fine new chair, of course, I shall be going out every day. But it is so dreadful to have to be carried, and not to put your foot to the ground. Mercy says it is a judgment; but, you know, I cannot believe---- Of course, you must be a Calvinist, I suppose?” “There’s many a judgment that never shows,” said the Scotchwoman; “you feel it deep in your heart, and you ken how it comes, but nobody in this world is any the wiser. Of that I am well aware.” Miss Somers was a little frightened by the gravity of her companion’s tone, and did not quite understand what she meant, and was alarmed by the sight of Jeanie lying still and white in the grass. She gave a little cough, which was an appeal to Mercy, and was seized with a sudden flutter of nervousness and desire to get away. “Yes, yes; I have no doubt you know a great deal better,” she said; “if one was to do anything very wicked---- I say to my brother sometimes---- I am on my way to Arden, you know, to show Edgar---- And Clare passed just now; did you see her? I mean Miss Arden, but it comes so natural to say Edgar and Clare. Oh, yes, I must go on; my brother might think---- And then Mercy does not like to be kept---- and John’s work---- Good-bye. Please come and see me. If there was any room, I should offer to take your grandchild home, but a chair, you know---- I am so glad to have seen you. And do you think you should let her sleep there in the grass? Earwigs is the thing that frightens me; they might creep up, you know, and then---- Yes, Mercy, I am quite ready; oh, yes, quite ready. I am so sorry---- Please come to see me---- and the grass, and the earwigs---- Oh, John, gently! Good-bye, good-bye!”