words he used, and his threat of attacking me with his horsewhip. But he

begged my pardon, most humbly, as soon as he saw how thoroughly right I

was. You are like him in some things, as I often notice, but not quite

so generous in confessing you were wrong."

"Because I don't do it as he did, Joshua. You would never understand me

if I did. But of course for a man you can make allowance. My rule is to

do it both for men and women, quite as fairly as if one was the other."

"Certainly, Maria--certainly. And therefore you can do it, and have

always done it, even for poor Josephine. No doubt there is much to be

pleaded, by a candid and gentle mind, on her behalf."

"What! that dreadful creature who ruined my poor brother, and called

herself the Countess de Lune, or some such nonsense! No, Joshua, no!

I have not so entirely lost all English principle as to quite do that.

Instead of being largeness, that would be mere looseness."

"There are many things, however, that we never understood, and perhaps

never shall in this world," Mr. Twemlow continued, as if talking to

himself, for reason on that subject would be misaddressed to her; "and

nothing is more natural than that young Caryl should side with his

mother, who so petted him, against his poor father, who was violent and

harsh, especially when he had to pay such bills. But perhaps our good

nephew has amassed some cash, though there seems to be but little on the

Continent, after all this devastation. Is there anything, Maria, in his

letter to enable us to hope that he is coming home with money?"

"Not a word, I am afraid," Mrs. Twemlow answered, sadly. "But take it,

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