"--when you do see her?" her aunt was asking, "I suppose you mean to heap reproaches on her, and take her home in disgrace?" "I hope I shall have strength given me to do my duty," said the Reverend Cecil. "Have you considered what your duty is?" "It must be my duty to reprove, to show her her deceit in its full enormity." "You'll enjoy that, won't you? It'll gratify your sense of power. You'll stand in the place of God to the child, and you'll be glad to see her humbled and ashamed." "Because a thing is painful to me it is none the less my duty." "Nor any the more," snapped Miss Desmond; "nor any the more! That's what you won't see. She knows you don't care about her, and that's why she kept away from you as long as she could." "She can't know it. It isn't true." "She thinks it is." "Do _you_ think so? Do _you_ imagine I don't care for her? Have you been poisoning her mind and--" "Oh, don't let's talk about poison!" said Miss Desmond. "If she's lost altogether it won't matter to you. You'll have done your duty." "If she's lost I--if she were lost I should not care to be saved. I am aware that the thought is sinful. But I fear that it is so." "Of course," said Miss Desmond. "She's not your child--why should you care? You never had a child." "What have I done to you that you should try to torture me like this?" It was her step-father's voice, but Betty hardly knew it. "For pity's sake, woman, be quiet! Let me bear what I have to bear without your chatter." "I'm sorry," said Miss Desmond very gently. "Forgive me if I didn't understand. And you do really care about her a little?" "Care about her a little! She's the only living thing I do care for--or ever have cared for except one. Oh, it is like a woman to cast it up at me as a reproach that I have no child! Why have I no child? Because the woman whom Almighty God made for my child's mother was taken from me--in her youth--before she was mine. Her name was Lizzie. And my Lizzie, my little Lizzie that's lied and deceived us, she _is_ my child--the one _we_ should have had. She's my heart's blood. Do you think I want to scold her; do you think I want to humble her? Do you not perceive how my own heart will be torn? But it is my duty. I will not spare the rod. And she will understand as you never could. Oh, my little Lizzie!--Oh, pray God she is safe! If it please God to restore her safely to me, I will not yield to the wicked promptings of my own selfish affection. I will show her her sin, and we will pray for forgiveness together. Yes, I will not shrink, even if it break my heart--I will tell her--" "I should tell her," said Miss Desmond, "just what you've told me." The old man was walking up and down the room. Betty could hear every movement.