"What is wanted is a home in your own house." "Here--at Startup?" "Yes; here, at Startup. Your father will not take her." "Neither won't I. But it ain't me in such a matter as this. You ask my missus, and see what she'll say. Besides, Muster Fenwick, it's clean out of all reason." "Out of all reason to help a sister?" "So it be. Sister, indeed! Why did she go and make--. I won't say what she's made of herself. Ain't she brought trouble and sorrow enough upon us? Have her here! Why, I'm that angry with her, I shouldn't be keeping my hands off her. Why didn't she keep herself to herself, and not disgrace the whole family?" Nevertheless, in spite of these strong expressions of opinion, Mr. Fenwick, by the dint of the bitter words which he spoke in reference to the brother's duty as a Christian, did get leave from the farmer to make the proposition to Mrs. George Brattle,--such permission as would have bound the brother to accept Carry, providing that Mrs. George would also consent to accept her. But even this permission was accompanied by an assurance that it would not have been given had he not felt perfectly convinced that his wife would not listen for a moment to the scheme. He spoke of his wife almost with awe, when Mr. Fenwick left him to make this second attack. "She has never had nothing to say to none sich as that," said the farmer, shaking his head, as he alluded both to his wife and to his sister; "and I ain't sure as she'll be first-rate civil to any one as mentions sich in her hearing." But Mr. Fenwick persevered, in spite even of this caution. When the Vicar re-entered the house, Mrs. George Brattle had retired to her parlour, and the kitchen was in the hands of the maid-servant. He followed the lady, however, and found that she had been at the trouble, since he had seen her last, of putting on a clean cap on his behalf. He began at once, jumping again into the middle of things by a reference to her husband. "Mrs. Brattle," he said, "your husband and I have been talking about his poor sister Carry." "The least said the soonest mended about that one, I'm afeared," said the dame. "Indeed, I agree with you. Were she once placed in safe and kind hands, the less then said the better. She has left the life she was leading--" "They never leaves it," said the dame. "It is so seldom that an opportunity is given them. Poor Carry is at the present moment most anxious to be placed somewhere out of danger." "Mr. Fenwick, if you ask me, I'd rather not talk about her;--I would indeed. She's been and brought a slur upon us all, the vile thing! If you ask me, Mr. Fenwick, there ain't nothing too bad for her."