One day Roger brought over to see her in the dog-cart old Mr. Baines—as he was beginning to be called. They both shed a few tears, but he told her with more sincerity than he usually put into his husky voice that he exonerated her from all blame in the catastrophe which had overtaken his son (Lucy herself was not so sure). "Mother’s taken it awfully bad, Lucy. She’s goin’ out of her mind, I’m fearin’. First she was writin’ an’ writin’ to Lord Wiltshire, him as is Prime Minister, don’t you know, to give your husband the sack as bein’ the real cause of John’s death. Then next she’d bother our member, wantin’ ’im to ask questions in the ’Ouse of Commons, till at last they give up answerin’ them. Then she set to and slanged that Missionary Society that John belonged to, sayin’ they wasn’t ’alf careful enough about ’is precious life. Now this spring, blessed if she ain’t cut our Connexion! She won’t go to Salem Chapel; goes to Church instead ... St. Michael’s. Shouldn’t wonder if she ended up a papist! ... S’pose you know _Ann’s_ in England? They’re makin’ a lot of fuss about ’er in Reading and London. Call her a Heroine. She’s bin down with ’er ’usband—rather a half-baked feller—to see us; but ’er talk with Mother ain’t done Mother much good, partly ’cos Ann wouldn’t join ’er in abusin’ you. She says to Mother: ’I just told you the plain truth in that letter. I’m not goin’ to add nor subtract one word, an’ you’ve gone and put into it much more than I ever said. Just leave Lucy alone to God’s judgment. At any rate, John loved her and died believin’ her true; and I dessay she was. Africa’s a funny country and you must put down a lot to the climate.’ ... Ann’s going back to Africa next autumn, with three more recruits and a lot of money to spend on the Mission School. Old Mrs. Doland sent for ’er and give ’er five hundred pounds. I tell ’er she ought to come and see you before she goes. P’raps she will, p’raps she won’t. I told ’er you called your baby ’John,’ and the tears reg’lar came into ’er eyes...."