She had been right,--right from first to last, right in everything.

Her poor old husband was crushed by the feeling that they had, among them, allowed this miscreant to take their darling away from them,--that he himself had assented; but she had not assented; she was not crushed.

Before Monday night all Cambridge had heard something of the story, and then it had been impossible to keep her in the dark.

And now, when the conclave met, of course she was one.

The old man was there, and Robert Bolton, and William the barrister, who had come down from London to give his advice, and both Mr.and Mrs.Daniel.
Mrs.Daniel, of all the females of the family, was the readiest to endure the severity of the step-mother, and she was now giving what comfort she could by her attendance at the Grange.
'Of course she should come home,' said the barrister.