Wych Hazel stood thinking. Not in the least of Mrs. Coles, but of what her words called up. So thoughtfully deep in some questions of her own, that for a minute she forgot to answer her questioner. 'Maybe Dane is willing people should forget you,' the lady went on chuckling. 'He has got what he wants—that is enough.' But here Hazel made a vigorous diversion, and insisted that her guests should go and lie down until it was near time for dinner. Then she herself stepped into her carriage and went out to think. CHAPTER XXX. A TRAVELLING CLOCK. 'How shall I stand it?' she was saying to herself, as the wheels rolled smoothly on. 'How shall ever bear six more such days! Oh how could he ask them!—how could he, how could he!—They come right in between and put him ten miles away. My pleasure should have come first.—It is not fair.' But here a troublesome question presented itself: what is "fair"— from people who have everything, to those who have not? And then one of the new maxims which Hazel had but lately learned to love came softly in. "Use hospitality one to another"—so it ran. But how? "Without grudging." 'And I have grudged every minute since she came!' thought Hazel, her hands folded over her eyes. 'Well, I did not want her.—No, but Dane did. Of course,—yes,—I must "use hospitality" for him. But I do think, just now, he might have been content with me!—But by and by he could not give them this pleasure.—Well, they needn't have it!' "Without grudging"—"without grudging"—either time or trouble or one's own pleasure. Wych Hazel drew a long sigh. Then the words began again. "Charity seeketh not her own."—"Beareth all things."—"Endureth all things." Wych Hazel pulled the check string and turned towards home. 'Resolved,' she said to herself; 'first, that Dane was extremely unreasonable to ask them. Second, that that is none of my business. Third, that I will do everything for them I can. If I keep them on the go, they won't know how I feel.' But there came in another message. "Every man as he purposeth in his heart, so let him give; not grudgingly, or of necessity, for God loveth a cheerful giver." So it must be heart work, after all!—Wych Hazel sighed a little as she went off to dress; and Rollo saw a thoughtful face opposite him at table, and got none of the shy dainty looks to which he was accustomed. Under the commenting eyes of Mrs. Coles, Hazel felt as if she could not look at him at all!