"You do not know what it was?"

"Somebody was convicted or acquitted, I forget which, but I know it had

something to do with Uncle Colin's journey to Russia; so ridiculous of

him at his age, when he ought to know better, and so unlucky for all the

family, his engagement to that swindler's sister. By-the-bye, did he not

cheat you out of ever so much money?"

"Oh, that had nothing to do with it--it was not Miss Williams's

brother--it was not he that was tried."

"Wasn't he? I thought he was found guilty or something; but it is very

unfortunate for the family, for Uncle Colin won't give her up, though

she is a terrible cripple, too. And to tell you a secret, it was his

obstinacy that made papa marry again; and now it is of no use, this poor

little fellow will never live, and this sharper's sister will be Lady

Keith after all! So unlucky! Papa says she is very handsome, and poor

Bessie declares she is quite ladylike."

"The most superior person I ever knew," said Rachel, indignantly.

"Ah, yes, of course she must be very clever and artful if her brother is

a swindler."

"But indeed he is not, he was cheated; the swindler was Maddox."

"Oh, but he was a glass-blower, or something, I know, and her sister is

a governess. I am sure it is no fault of mine! The parties I gave to

get him and Jessie Douglas together! Donald was quite savage about the

bills. And after all Uncle Colin went and caught cold, and would

not come! I would not have minded half so much if it had been Jessie

Douglas; but to have her at Gowanbrae--a glass-blower's daughter--isn't

it too bad?"

"Her father was a clergyman of a good Welsh family."

"Was he? Then her brother or somebody had something to do with glass."

Attempts at explanation were vain, the good lady had an incapacity of

attention, and was resolved on her grievance. She went away at last

because "those horrid doctors will be gone now, and I will be able to

see poor papa, and tell him when I will take home the baby, though I

don't believe he will live to be taken anywhere, poor dear little man."

She handled him go much more scientifically than Rachel could do, that

it was quite humiliating, and yet to listen to her talk, and think of

committing any child to her charge was sickening, and Rachel already

felt a love and pity for her little charge that made her wretched at the

thoughts of the prognostic about him.

"You are tired with your visitors my dear," said Mr. Clare, holding out

his hand towards her, when she returned to him.

"How do you know?" she asked.




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