Mrs Berens was sweetness itself to all, and Leo seemed to rouse herself to be pleasant to the doctor, the result being that Mrs Berens was seen home--to part most affectionately from Leo, and with most tenderly friendly pressures of the hand to the gentlemen; after which she hurried into her room, to tear off her new bonnet and indulge in a passionate burst of sobbing. "She's as deceitful as she is young," she cried. "She has thrown over Tom Candlish, and now she is winning over that foolish doctor; while Hartley Salis is as immovable as a stone. "I'll be even with her," she cried. "Either Tom Candlish or the squire would be glad to marry me. I'll have one of them, and I'll make her half die with envy by asking her to my house, and--yes, there they go, and Horace North is going into the house with them. Ugh! the monster! He deserves to have the doorstep sink beneath his feet. But I'll be revenged. No, no, no! they're too bad," she sobbed; "but I couldn't stoop to that." Mrs Berens subsided into an easy-chair, to go on reddening her eyes; while the doctor accompanied his friends to the Rectory, and stopped chatting for a few minutes, but refused another invitation to dine even when Mary Salis and Leo both added their persuasions. "No," he said, "I've promised old Moredock his dose, and I'm going to see that he has it." And then, after a few kindly words to Mary concerning her health--words that were almost tender, but which seemed to burn and sear the poor girl, as she read them aright--he went away, to hurry to his surgery in the Manor House. "I'm very glad, for poor old Hartley's sake, that the affair's all off. It is, evidently; for Madam Leo seemed as cool as could be, and she's as handsome and ladylike a girl as a man need wish to call wife. Humph! I'll give him a little chloral--just a suspicion--to calm him down. Poor old boy! and he thinks he's going to die. Well, it's my theory," he continued, as he compounded the sexton's mixture and carefully corked it up; "and, think about it from whichever point I may, it seems to be quite right. There, Master Moredock, there's your dose. That will lay any ghost in the United Kingdom, given sufficiently strong!" CHAPTER FOURTEEN. HOW HORACE NORTH DID NOT GO TO THE MEET. "What a morning for a run with the hounds!" said Horace North, as he stood at the door of the fine old Manor House, where he had come to cool himself, after a scene with Mrs Milt, his housekeeper, owing to a committee of ways and means. Mrs Milt had wanted to have everything her way. The doctor had shown a desire to have everything his way, and the approach of the two forces had resulted in an explosion. "Candlish offered me a mount, and I've a good mind to take the offer, just for once. A good gallop would do me a world of good. No; I'll go and have a chat with old Moredock, see Mrs Berens, Biddy Tallis, and Brown's baby, and then settle down to a good, quiet study. Hah!"