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Three months later Mrs Griffith came to her husband, trembling with excitement, and handed him a cutting from a paper,–

‘ We hear that Miss Daisy Griffith, who earned golden opinions in the provinces last winter with her Dick Whittington, is about to be married to Sir Herbert Ously-Farrowham. Her friends, and their name is legion, will join with us in the heartiest congratulations.‘

He returned the paper without answering.

‘Well?’ asked his wife.

‘It is nothing to me. I don’t know either of the parties mentioned.’

At that moment there was a knock at the door, and Mrs Gray and Miss Reed entered, having met on the doorstep. Mrs Griffith at once regained her self-possession.

‘Have you heard the news, Mrs Griffith?’ said Miss Reed.

‘D’you mean about the marriage of Sir Herbert Ously-Farrowham?’ She mouthed the long name.

‘Yes,’ replied the two ladies together.

‘It is nothing to me…. I have no daughter, Mrs Gray.’

‘I’m sorry to hear you say that, Mrs Griffith,’ said Mrs Gray very stiffly. ‘I think you show a most unforgiving spirit.’

‘Yes,’ said Miss Reed; ‘I can’t help thinking that if you’d treated poor Daisy in a–well, in a more Christian way, you might have saved her from a great deal.’

‘Yes,’ added Mrs Gray. ‘I must say that all through I don’t think you’ve shown a nice spirit at all. I remember poor, dear Daisy quite well, and she had a very sweet character. And I’m sure that if she’d been treated a little more gently, nothing of all this would have happened.’

Mrs Gray and Miss Reed looked at Mrs Griffith sternly and reproachfully; they felt themselves like God Almighty judging a miserable sinner. Mrs Griffith was extremely angry; she felt that she was being blamed most unjustly, and, moreover, she was not used to being blamed.

‘I’m sure you’re very kind, Mrs Gray and Miss Reed, but I must take the liberty of saying that I know best what my daughter was.’

‘Mrs Griffith, all I say is this–you are not a good mother.’

‘Excuse me, madam.’… said Mrs Griffith, having grown red with anger; but Mrs Gray interrupted.

‘I am truly sorry to have to say it to one of my parishioners, but you are not a good Christian. And we all know that your husband’s business isn’t going at all well, and I think it’s a judgment of Providence.’

‘Very well, ma’am,’ said Mrs Griffith, getting up. ‘You’re at liberty to think what you please, but I shall not come to church again. Mr Friend, the Baptist minister, has asked me to go to his chapel, and I’m sure he won’t treat me like that.’

‘I’m sure we don’t want you to come to church in that spirit, Mrs Griffith. That’s not the spirit with which you can please God, Mrs Griffith. I can quite imagine now why dear Daisy ran away. You’re no Christian.’

‘I’m sure I don’t care what you think, Mrs Gray, but I’m as good as you are.’

‘Will you open the door for me, Mrs Griffith?’ said Mrs Gray, with outraged dignity.

‘Oh, you can open it yourself, Mrs Gray!’ replied Mrs Griffith.

XI

Mrs Griffith went to see her daughter-in-law.

‘I’ve never been spoken to in that way before,’ she said. ‘Fancy me not being a Christian! I’m a better Christian than Mrs Gray, any day. I like Mrs Gray, with the airs she gives herself–as if she’d got anything to boast about!… No, Edith, I’ve said it, and I’m not the woman to go back on what I’ve said–I’ll not go to church again. From this day I go to chapel.’

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