"You speak of his children," said the Englishman. "Hasn't he a wife?" "No. Two daughters. One an old maid, and the other a young girl, whom my daughter knew at school," Hilary answered. "I saw the young lady at your house once," said Bellingham, in a certain way. "Yes. She's been here a good deal, first and last." "Rather a high-stepping young person, I thought," said Bellingham. "She is a proud girl," Hilary admitted. "Rather imperious, in fact." "Ah, what's the pride of a young girl?" said Corey. "Something that comes from her love and goes to it; no separable quality; nothing that's for herself." "Well, I'm not sure of that," said Hilary. "In this case it seems to have served her own turn. It's enabled her simply and honestly to deny the fact that her father ever did anything wrong." "That's rather fine," Corey remarked, as if tasting it. "And what will it enable her to do, now that he's come out and confessed the frauds himself?" the Englishman asked. Hilary shrugged, for answer. He said to Bellingham, "Charles, I want you to try some of these crabs. I got them for you." "Why, this is touching, Hilary," said Bellingham, getting his fat head round with difficulty to look at them in the dish the man was bringing to his side. "But I don't know that I should have refused them, even if they had been got for Corey." IX. They did not discuss Northwick's letter at the dinner-parties in Hatboro' because, socially speaking, they never dined there; but the stores, the shops, the parlors, buzzed with comment on it; it became a part of the forms of salutation, the color of the day's joke. Gates, the provision man, had to own the error of his belief in Northwick's death. He found his account in being the only man to own that he ever had such a belief; he was a comfort to those who said they had always had their doubts of it; the ladies of South Hatboro', who declared to a woman that they had _never_ believed it, respected the simple heart of a man who acknowledged that he had never questioned it. Such a man was not one to cheat his customers in quantity or quality; that stood to reason; his faith restored him to the esteem of many. Mr. Gerrish was very bitter about the double fraud which he said Northwick had practised on the community, in having allowed the rumor of his death to gain currency. He denounced him to Mrs. Munger, making an early errand from South Hatboro' to the village to collect public opinion, as a person who had put himself beyond the pale of public confidence, and whose professions of repentance for the past, and good intention for the future, he tore to shreds. "It is said, and I have no question correctly, that hell is paved with good intentions--if you will excuse me, Mrs. Munger. When Mr. Northwick brings forth fruits meet for repentance--when he makes the first payment to his creditors--I will believe that he is sorry for what he has done, and not _till_ then."