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I should have known it was Mrs. Hasketh without this sort of anticipation, I think, even if I had never seen her before, she was so like my expectation of what that sort of woman would be in the lapse of time, with her experience of life. The severity that I had seen come and go in her countenance in former days was now so seated that she had no other expression, and I may say without caricature that she gave us a frown of welcome. That is, she made us feel, in spite of a darkened countenance, that she was really willing to see us in her house, and that she took our coming as a sign of amity. I suppose that the induration of her spirit was the condition of her being able to bear at all what had been laid on her to bear, and her burden had certainly not been light.

At her appearance her husband, without really stirring at all, had the effect of withdrawing into the background, where, indeed, I tacitly joined him; and the two ladies remained in charge of the drama, while he and I conversed, as it were, in dumb show. Apart from my sympathy with her in the matter, I was very curious to see how my wife would play her part, which seemed to me far the more difficult of the two, since she must make all the positive movements.

After some civilities so obviously perfunctory that I admired the force of mind in the women who uttered them, my wife said, “Mrs. Hasketh, we have come on an errand that I know will cause you pain, and I needn’t say that we haven’t come willingly.”

“Is it about Mr. Tedham?” asked Mrs. Hasketh, and I remembered now that she had always used as much ceremony in speaking of him; it seemed rather droll now, but still it would not have been in character with her to call him simply Tedham, as we did, in speaking of him.

“Yes,” said my wife. “I don’t know whether you had kept exact account of the time. It was a surprise to us, for we hadn’t. He is out, you know.”

“Yes–at noon, yesterday. I wasn’t likely to forget the day, or the hour, or the minute.” Mrs. Hasketh said this without relaxing the severity of her face at all, and I confess my heart went down.

But my wife seemed not to have lost such courage as she had come with, at least. “He has been to see us–“

“I presumed so,” said Mrs. Hasketh, and as she said nothing more, Mrs. March took the word again.

“I shall have to tell you why he came–why we came. It was something that we did not wish to enter into, and at first my husband refused outright. But when I saw him, and thought it over, I did not see how we could refuse. After all, it is something you must have expected, and that you must have been expecting at once, if you say–“

“I presume,” Mrs. Hasketh said, “that he wished you to ask after his daughter. I can understand why he did not come to us.” She let one of those dreadful silences follow, and again my wife was forced to speak.

“It is something that we didn’t mean to press at all, Mrs. Hasketh, and I won’t say anything more. Only, if you care to send any word to him he will be at our house this evening again, and I will give him your message.” She rose, not in resentment, as I could see (and I knew that she had not come upon this errand without making herself Tedham’s partisan in some measure) but with sincere good feeling and appreciation of Mrs. Hasketh’s position. I rose with her, and Hasketh rose too.

“Oh, don’t go!” Mrs. Hasketh broke out, as if surprised. “You couldn’t help coming, and I don’t blame you at all. I don’t blame Mr. Tedham even. I didn’t suppose I should ever forgive him. But there! that’s all long ago, and the years do change us. They change us all, Mrs. March, and I don’t feel as if I had the right to judge anybody the way I used to judge him. Sometimes it surprises me. I did hate him, and I don’t presume I’ve got very much love for him now, but I don’t want to punish him any more. That’s gone out of me. I don’t know how it came to go, but it went. I wish he hadn’t ever got anything more to do with us, but I’m afraid we haven’t had all our punishment yet, whatever he has. It seems to me as if the sight of Mr. Tedham would make me sick.”