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“Well, don’t try to be that sort of blessing to your children, Basil,” said my wife, personalizing the case, as a woman must.

After that we tried to account to each other for having consented to do what Tedham asked us. Perhaps we accused each other somewhat for doing it.

“I didn’t know, my dear, but you were going to ask him to come and stay with us,” I said.

“I did want to,” she replied. “It seemed so forlorn, letting him go out into the night, and find a place for himself, when we could just as well have let him stay as not. Why shouldn’t we have offered him a bed for the night, as we would any other acquaintance?”

“Well, you must allow that the circumstances were peculiar!”

“But if he was sentenced to pay a certain penalty, and has paid it, why, as he said, shouldn’t we stop punishing him?”

“I suppose we can’t. There seems to be an instinctive demand for eternal perdition, for hell, in the human heart,” I suggested.

“Well, then, I believe that your instinct, Basil–“

“Oh, I don’t claim it, exclusively!”

“Is a survival of savagery, and the sooner we get rid of it the better. How queer he seems. It is the old Tedham, but all faded in–or out.”

“Yes, he affected me like an etching of himself from a wornout plate. Still, I’m afraid there’s likeness enough left to make trouble, yet. I hope you realize what you have gone in for, Isabel?”

She answered from the effort that I could see she was making, to brace herself already for the work before us:

“Well, we must do this because we can’t help doing it, and because, whatever happens, we had no right to refuse. You must come with me, Basil!”

“I? To Mrs. Hasketh’s?”

“Certainly. I will do the talking, but I shall depend upon your moral support. We will go over to Somerville to-morrow afternoon. We had better not lose any time.”

“To-morrow is Sunday.”

“So much the better. They will be sure to be at home, if they’re there at all, yet.”

She said they, but I knew that she did not expect poor old Hasketh really to count in the matter, any more than she expected me to do so.

V.

The Haskeths lived in a house that withdrew itself behind tall garden trees in a large lot sloping down the hillside, in one of the quieter old streets of their suburb. The trees were belted in by a board fence, painted a wornout white, as far as it was solid, which was to the height of one’s shoulder; there it opened into a panel work of sticks crossed X-wise, which wore a coat of aged green; the strip above them was set with a bristling row of rusty nails, which were supposed to keep out people who could perfectly well have gone in at the gate as we did. There was a brick walk from the gate to the door, which was not so far back as I remembered it (perhaps because the leaves were now off the trees), and there was a border of box on either side of the walk. Altogether there was an old-fashioned keeping in the place which I should have rather enjoyed if I had been coming on any other errand; but now it imparted to me a notion of people set in their ways, of something severe, something hopelessly forbidding.

I do not think there had ever been much intimacy between the Tedhams and the Haskeths, before Tedham’s calamity came upon him. But Mrs. Hasketh did not refuse her share of it. She came forward, and probably made her husband come forward, in Tedham’s behalf, and do what hopelessly could be done to defend him where there was really no defence, and the only thing to be attempted was to show circumstances that might perhaps tend to the mitigation of his sentence. I do not think they did. Tedham had confessed himself and had been proven such a thorough rogue, and the company had lately suffered so much through operations like his, that, even if it could have had mercy, as an individual may, mercy was felt to be bad morals, and the case was unrelentingly pushed. His sentence was of those sentences which an eminent jurist once characterized as rather dramatic; it was pronounced not so much in relation to his particular offence, as with the purpose of striking terror into all offenders like him, who were becoming altogether too common. He was made to suffer for many other peculators, who had been, or were about to be, and was given the full penalty. I was in court when it was pronounced with great solemnity by the judge, who read him a lecture in doing so; I could have read the judge another, for I could not help feeling that it was, more than all the sentences I had ever heard pronounced, wholly out of keeping with the offence. I met Hasketh coming out of the court-room, and I said that I thought it was terribly severe. He agreed with me, and as I knew that he and Tedham had never liked each other, I inferred a kindliness in him which made me his friend, in the way one is the friend of a man one never meets. He was a man of few words, and he now simply said, “It was unjust,” and we parted.