"Yes, indeed," said Miss Wellwood, catching at the notion; "it is your

mind that needs the distraction, my dear."

"I am distracted enough already," poor Rachel said, putting her hand up.

"Indeed, I do not want to be disobliging," she said, interpreting her

mother's anxious gestures to mean that she was wanting in civility; "it

is very kind in you, Miss Wellwood, but this has been a very trying day,

and I am sure I can give no pleasure to anybody, so if I might only be

let off."

"It is not so much--" began Miss Wellwood, getting into a puzzle, and

starting afresh. "Indeed, my dear, my brother and I could not bear that

you should do anything you did not like, only you see it would never do

for you to seem to want to shut yourself up."

"I should think all the world must feel as if I ought to be shut up for

life," said Rachel, dejectedly.

"Ah! but that is the very thing. If you do not show yourself it will

make such a talk."

Rachel had nearly said, "Let them talk;" but though she felt tormented

to death, habitual respect to these two gentle, nervous, elderly women

made her try to be courteous, and she said, "Indeed, I cannot much care,

provided I don't hear them."

"Ah! but you don't know, my dear," said Mrs. Curtis, seeing her friend

looked dismayed at this indifference. "Indeed, dear Miss Wellwood, she

does not know; we thought it would be so awkward for her in court."

"Know what?" exclaimed Rachel, sitting upright, and putting down her

feet. "What have you been keeping from me?"

"Only--only, my dear, people will say such things, and nobody could

think it that knew you."

"What?" demanded Rachel.

"Yes," said Mrs. Curtis, perhaps, since her daughter was to have the

shock, rather glad to have a witness to the surprise it caused her: "you

know people will gossip, and some one has put it about that--that this

horrid man was--"

Mrs. Curtis paused, Miss Wellwood was as pink as her cap strings. Rachel

grasped the meaning at last. "Oh!" she said, with less reticence than

her elders, "there must needs be a spice of flirtation to give piquancy

to the mess of gossip! I don't wonder, there are plenty of people

who judge others by themselves, and think that motive must underlie

everything! I wonder who imagines that I am fallen so low?"

"There, I knew she would take it in that way," said Mrs. Curtis. "And so

you understand us, my dear, we could not bear to ask you to do anything

so distressing except for your own sake."

"I am far past caring for my own sake," said Rachel, "but for yours and

Grace's, mother, I will give as much ocular demonstration as I can, that

I am not pining for this hero with a Norman name. I own I should have

thought none of the Dean's friends would have needed to be convinced."




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