But you are so young, and I trusted to that woman." Mary retired, sobbing, and he sent for Mrs.Easton.
"Mrs.Easton," said he, "for the first time in all these years I have a fault to find with you." "What is that, sir, if you please ?" "Young Clifford has been courting that child, and you have encouraged it." "Nay, sir," said the woman, "I have not done that.

She never spoke to me, nor I to her." "Well, then, you never interfered." "No, sir; no more than you did." "Because I never observed it till to-day." "How could I know that, sir?
Everybody else observed it.

Mr.Hope would have been the first to see it, if he had been in your place." This sudden thrust made Bartley wince, and showed him he had a tougher customer to deal with than poor Mary.
"You can't bear to be found fault with, Easton," said he, craftily, "and I don't wonder at it, after fourteen years' fidelity to me." "I take no credit for that," said the woman, doggedly.

"I have been paid for it." "No doubt.

But I don't always get the thing I pay for.