"Yes, dear. It was only this morning. We were discussing baptism and infant-baptism, and I don't know what possessed me, but it was in the heat of argument. Babies are so soft and nice, Rhoda, dear. I'm not ashamed to say so to you, because we are alone--but they really are--and I do like them; and it horrifies me, dear, to think of what the Church says about them if they've not been baptised. Poor little things! And really, I'm afraid I spoke very plainly. But, oh, Rhoda! my love, how shocking this is about Madge Mullion." "About Madge Mullion?" cried Rhoda, excitedly, for she knew now from her visitor's manner that her disagreeable communication had come. "What do you mean?" "It's too shocking to talk about, dear--about her and Mr Trethick, and--" Here she got up, raised her veil above her lips, and whispered for some moments in Rhoda's ear. "I'll not believe it," cried Rhoda, starting up with flaming face and flashing eyes. "How dare you utter such a cruel calumny, Miss Pavey?" "My dearest Rhoda," cried her visitor, whose red eyes and pale face as she raised her veil, bore out the truth of her assertion, "I have been crying half the night about it for your sake, for I knew it would nearly break your heart." "Break my heart!" cried Rhoda, scornfully. "I tell you it is impossible. For shame, Martha Pavey. I know you to be fond of a little gossip and news, but how dare you come and insult me with such a tale as this?" "My dearest Rhoda, my darling Rhoda," cried the poor woman, throwing herself at her friend's feet, and sobbing violently, "you don't know how I love you--how much I think of your happiness. It is because I would not have you deceived and ill-treated by a wicked man that I come to you and risk your anger." "You should treat all such scandal with scorn," cried Rhoda. "Whoever has put it about deserves--deserves--oh, I don't know what to say bad enough! You know it is impossible." "I--I wish I could think it was," sobbed Miss Pavey. "That Madge was always a wicked girl, and I'm afraid she tempted him to evil." Rhoda's eyes flashed upon her again; and, without another word, she left her visitor, and went straight to her own room. Martha Pavey stood with clasped hands for a few moments gazing after her, and then, with a weary sigh, she lowered her veil and was about to leave the house, when she encountered Mr Penwynn. "Have the goodness to step back into the drawing-room, Miss Pavey," said the banker, whose face wore a very troubled look; and, in obedience to his wish, she went back trembling, and took the seat he pointed out, while he placed one on the other side of the table, and began tapping it with his fingers, according to his custom. Miss Pavey looked at him timidly, and her breath came fast, for she was exceedingly nervous, and she dreaded that which she felt the banker was about to say.