"Peaceful enough," she said. "I don't blame myself, and 'tis vain to blame the dead. Master trusted his brother Nathan, like you trust spring to bring the leaves. Therefore it was right and proper that I should do the same. 'Twas all put in his hands when Vivian died. Even if I would have, I wasn't allowed to do anything. But, of course, I trusted Nathan too. Who didn't?" "I didn't, never--Rupert will bear me out in that. I never trusted him, though I envied the whole-hearted respect and regard the world paid him. We envy in another what's denied to ourselves--even faults sometimes. Yet I'm pretty cheerful here and there--for me. Have you heard any more said about his death and my hand in it?" "A lot," answered Mrs. Baskerville. "And most understanding creatures have quite come round to seeing your side. Only a man here and there holds out that you were wrong." "I may tell you that the reverend Masterman couldn't find no argument against it. He came to see me not long since. He wouldn't be kept to the case in point, but argued against the principle at large. When I pinned him to Nathan at last, he said, though reluctantly, that he believed he would have done no less for his own brother. That's a pretty good one to me--eh?" "My Uncle Luscombe thinks you did the proper thing," declared Milly. Presently May called them to the table and handed Humphrey his tea. He thanked her. "No sugar," he said, "and you ought not to take none neither, May. Trouble haven't made you grow no narrower at the waist seemingly." The girl tried to smile, and her family stared. Jocosity in this man was an exhibition almost unparalleled. If he ever laughed it was bitterly against the order of things; yet now he jested genially. The result was somewhat painful, and none concealed an emotion of discomfort and restraint. The old man perceived their surprise and returned into himself a little. "You'll wonder how I come to talk so much about my own affairs, perhaps? 'Tisn't often that I do, I believe. Well, let's drop 'em and come to yours. Have you found work, Rupert?" "I can, when you give the word. There's Martin at Cornwood wants me, and mother can come there. We've seen two houses, either of which would suit her and May very well. One, near the church, she likes best. There's a cottage that will fit me and Milly not far off." "Why go and have an expensive move when you can live at Shaugh Prior?" "I've got my feelings," answered the widow rather warmly. "You can't expect me to go there." Mr. Baskerville asked another question. "So much for you all, then. And what of Ned?" "At Tavistock, wearing out his shoe-leather trying to find work." "If he's only wearing out shoe-leather, no harm's done." "He told us what you offered last year, and I'm sure 'twas over and above what many men would have done," declared Ned's mother.