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Sometimes the poor thing used to come here quite upset, and simply cry as if her heart was breaking."

      "But what does Mrs. Clibborn do?" asked James, surprised.

      "Oh, I can't tell you! She's dreadfully unkind. She hates Mary because she's grown up, and because she sometimes attracts attention. She's always making little cruel remarks. You only see her when she's on her good behaviour; but when she's alone with Mary, Mrs. Clibborn is simply horrible. She abuses her; she tells her she's ugly, and that she dresses badly. How can she dress any better when Mrs. Clibborn spends all the money on herself? I've heard her myself say to Mary: 'How stupid and clumsy you are! I'm ashamed to take you anywhere.' And Mary's the very soul of goodness. She teaches in the Sunday School, and she trains the choir-boys, and she visits the poor; and yet Mrs. Clibborn complains that she's useless. I wanted Richmond to talk to Colonel Clibborn about it."

      "Mary particularly asked me not to," said Colonel Parsons. "She preferred to bear anything rather than create unhappiness between her father and mother."

      "She's a perfect angel of goodness!" cried Mrs. Parsons, enthusiastically. "She's simply a martyr, and all the time she's as kind and affectionate to her mother as if she were the best woman in the world. She never lets anyone say a word against her."

      "Sometimes," murmured Colonel Parsons, "she used to say that her only happiness was in the thought of you, Jamie."

      "The thought of me?" said James; and then hesitatingly: "Do you think she is very fond of me, mother?"

      "Fond of you?" Mrs Parsons laughed. "She worships the very ground you tread on. You can't imagine all you are to her."

      "You'll make the boy vain," said Colonel Parsons, laughing.

      "Often the only way we could comfort her was by saying that you would come back some day and take her away from here."

      "We shall have to be thinking of weddings soon, I suppose?" said Colonel Parsons, looking at James, with a bantering smile.

      James turned white. "It's rather early to think of that just yet."

      "We spoke of June," said his mother.

      "We must see."

      "You've waited so long," said Colonel Parsons; "I'm sure you don't want to wait any longer."

      "She will make you a good wife, Jamie. You are lucky to have found such a dear, sweet girl. It's a blessing to us to think that you will be so happy."

      "As I was saying to Mary the other day," added Colonel Parsons, laughing gently, "'you must begin thinking of your trousseau, my dear,' I said, 'If I know anything of Jamie, he'll want to get married in a week. These young fellows are always impatient.'"

      Mrs Parsons smiled.

      "Well, it's a great secret, and Mary would be dreadfully annoyed if she thought you knew; but when we heard you were coming home, she started to order things. Her father has given her a hundred pounds to begin with."

      They had no mercy, thought James. They were horribly cruel in their loving-kindness, in their affectionate interest for his welfare.