that she had offended his friends, and that they thought that she was not treating their friend well. "Janet," she said, as they were again sitting out on the lawn, on that Tuesday afternoon, "I am almost sorry that I came here at all." "Don't say that, dear." "I have spent some of the happiest days of my life here, but the visit, on the whole, has been unfortunate. I am going away in disgrace. I feel that so acutely." "What nonsense! How are you in disgrace?" "Mr. Fenwick and you think that I have behaved badly. I know you do, and I feel it so strongly! I think so much of him, and believe him to be so good, and so wise, and so understanding,--he knows what people should do, and should be, so well,--that I cannot doubt that I have been wrong if he thinks so." "He only wishes that you could have made up your mind to marry a most worthy man, who is his friend, and who, by marrying you, would have fixed you close to us. He wishes it still, and so do I." "But he thinks that I have been--have been mopish, and lack-a-daisical, and--and--almost untrue. I can hear it in the tone of his voice, and see it in his eye. I can tell it from the way he shakes hands with me in the morning. He is such a true man that I know in a moment what he means at all times. I am going away under his displeasure, and I wish I had never come." "Return as Mrs. Gilmore, and all his displeasure will disappear." "Yes, because he would forgive me. He would say to himself that, as I had repented, I might be taken back to his grace; but as things are at present he condemns me. And so do you." "If you ask me, Mary, I must tell the truth. I don't think you know your own mind." "Suppose I don't, is that disgraceful?" "But there comes a time when a girl should know her own mind. You are giving this poor fellow an enormous deal of unnecessary trouble." "I have known my own mind so far as to tell him that I could not marry him." "As far as I understand, Mary, you have always told him to wait a little longer." "I have never asked him to wait, Janet;--never. It is he who says that he will wait; and what can I answer when he says so? All the same I don't mean to defend myself. I do believe that I have been wrong, and I wish that I had never come here. It sounds ungrateful, but I do. It is so dreadful to feel that I have incurred the displeasure of people that I love so dearly."