“And must it all, everything--the mere foolish hope I expressed to please him, and anything she may have said--must it all be dragged before the public, and poor Uncle Giles’ foolish hopes?” “Would you like me to throw it all over, and leave that woman to enjoy her ill-gotten gains? Do you say I am to do that, Meg?” “I--say? Oh, no. What right have I? No, Cousin Gerald, I do not think you should give up your claim. I think”--she paused a moment, and her face lighted up, the words seemed to drop from her lips. Other thoughts flashed up in her eyes--an expectation, the light of happiness and peace. The carriage had turned a corner, and Chillfold, with her cottage in it, and her boy, brought the relief and ease of home to Margaret’s face. Her companion watched her eagerly. He saw the change that came over her. His thoughts followed hers with a quick revulsion of sympathy. He laid his hand upon hers. “Meg,” he said, “do you know there has never been anybody in the world whose face has lighted up like that for me?” “You had a mother, Gerald,” she said quickly, almost ashamed of her self-revelation; “but you forget--as Osy also will forget.” “At my age one wants something different from a mother,” he said, “and one does not forget.” She did not say anything. She did not meet his look; but she gave a little pressure, scarcely perceptible, to the hand that held hers. Their long duel had come, at least, to peace--if nothing more. CHAPTER XLIV. Patty had a great deal to do before the trial; for it is needless to say that no time was lost in bringing the matter to a trial. It was in some respects an unequal contest, for, clever as she was, she knew no more to whom she should apply, or in whose hands she should place her cause, than any other person of her original position. Mr. Pownceby was the only representative of law with whom she was acquainted, he and the shabby attorney of the village, who was the resort of litigious country folk. And Mr. Pownceby, whom she had insulted, was, as she had foreseen, on the other side. There was no help to be found in Miss Hewitt for any such need, except in so far that after many years’ strenuous reading of all the trials in the papers, the names of certain distinguished advocates in various _causes célèbres_ and otherwise were at that lady’s finger ends. The idea of the two women was to carry their business at once, without any intervention of an intermediate authority, to one of the very greatest of these great men, with whom, indeed, Patty herself managed to obtain an interview, with the boldness of ignorance. The great man was much amused by Patty, but he did not undertake her case. He even suggested to her that it would be a good thing to compromise matters, and agree with her adversary in the way, which did not at all commend itself to Mrs. Piercey. She would rather, she declared, spend to the half of her kingdom than tamely compromise her “rights,” and leave Greyshott to the heir-at-law.