Mary's patient was about to be confined, and thinking her condition rather indecent, quite rightly, Mary had left James outside. But the good lady, since it was all in the way of nature, was not so ashamed of herself as she should have been, and insisted on coming to the door to show Miss Clibborn out. "Take care he doesn't see you!" cried Mary in alarm, pushing her back. "Well, there's no harm in it. I'm a married woman. You'll have to go through it yourself one day, miss." Mary rejoined her lover, suffused in blushes, hoping he had seen nothing. "It's very difficult to teach these people propriety. Somehow the lower classes seem to have no sense of decency." "What's the matter?" "Oh, nothing I can tell you," replied Mary, modestly. Then, to turn the conversation: "She asked after my young man, and was very anxious to see you." "Was she? How did she know you had a young man?" asked James, grimly. "Oh, everyone knows that! You can't keep secrets in Primpton. And besides, I'm not ashamed of it. Are you?" "I haven't got a young man." Mary laughed. They walked on. The morning was crisp and bright, sending a healthy colour through Mary's cheeks. The blue sky and the bracing air made her feel more self-reliant, better assured than ever of her upright purpose and her candid heart. The road, firm underfoot and delightful to walk upon, stretched before them in a sinuous line. A pleasant odour came from the adjoining fields, from the farm-yards, as they passed them; the larks soared singing with happy heart, while the sparrows chirruped in the hedges. The hawthorn was bursting into leaf, all bright and green, and here and there the wild flowers were showing themselves, the buttercup and the speedwell. But while the charm of Nature made James anxious to linger, to lean on a gate and look for a while at the cows lazily grazing, Mary had too sound a constitution to find in it anything but a stimulus to renewed activity. "We mustn't dawdle, you lazy creature!" she cried merrily. "I shall never get through my round before one o'clock if we don't put our best foot foremost." "Can't you see them some other time?" The limpid air softened his heart; he thought for a moment that if he could wander aimlessly with Mary, gossiping without purpose, they might end by understanding one another. The sun, the wild flowers, the inconstant breeze, might help to create a new feeling. But Mary turned to him with grave tenderness. "You know I'd do anything to please you, Jamie. But even for you I cannot neglect my duty." James froze. "Of course, you're quite right," he said. "It really doesn't matter." They came to another cottage, and this time Mary took James in. "It's a poor old man," she said. "I'm so sorry for him; he's always so grateful for what I do." They found him lying in bed, writhing with pain, his head supported by a pillow. "Oh, how uncomfortable you look!" cried Mary. "You poor thing! Who on earth arranged your pillows like that?"