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‘I think she’s an ungrateful girl,’ said Mrs Griffith, as she gave way and allowed George to take her back to Blackstable.

XII

But the prestige of the Griffiths diminished. Everyone in Blackstable came to the conclusion that the new Lady Ously-Farrowham had been very badly treated by her relatives, and many young ladies said they would have done just the same in her place. Also Mrs Gray induced her husband to ask Griffith to resign his churchwardenship.

‘You know, Mr Griffith,’ said the vicar, deprecatingly, ‘now that your wife goes to chapel I don’t think we can have you as churchwarden any longer; and besides, I don’t think you’ve behaved to your daughter in a Christian way.’

It was in the carpenter’s shop; the business had dwindled till Griffith only kept one man and a boy; he put aside the saw he was using.

‘What I’ve done to my daughter, I’m willing to take the responsibility for; I ask no one’s advice and I want no one’s opinion; and if you think I’m not fit to be churchwarden you can find someone else better.’

‘Why don’t you make it up with your daughter, Griffith?’

‘Mind your own business!’

The carpenter had brooded and brooded over his sorrow till now his daughter’s name roused him to fury. He had even asserted a little authority over his wife, and she dared not mention her daughter before him. Daisy’s marriage had seemed like the consummation of her shame; it was vice riding triumphant in a golden chariot….

But the name of Lady Ously-Farrowham was hardly ever out of her mother’s lips; and she spent a good deal more money in her dress to keep up her dignity.

‘Why, that’s another new dress you’ve got on!’ said a neighbour.

‘Yes,’ said Mrs Griffith, complacently, ‘you see we’re in quite a different position now. I have to think of my daughter, Lady Ously-Farrowham. I don’t want her to be ashamed of her mother. I had such a nice long letter from her the other day. She’s so happy with Sir Herbert. And Sir Herbert’s so good to her.’ …

‘Oh, I didn’t know you were.’ …

‘Oh, yes! Of course she was a little–well, a little wild when she was a girl, but I’ve forgiven that. It’s her father won’t forgive her. He always was a hard man, and he never loved her as I did. She wants to come and stay with me, but he won’t let her. Isn’t it cruel of him? I should so like to have Lady Ously-Farrowham down here.’ …

XIII

But at last the crash came. To pay for the new things which Mrs Griffith felt needful to preserve her dignity, she had drawn on her husband’s savings in the bank; and he had been drawing on them himself for the last four years without his wife’s knowledge. For, as his business declined, he had been afraid to give her less money than usual, and every week had made up the sum by taking something out of the bank. George only earned a pound a week–he had been made clerk to a coal merchant by his mother, who thought that more genteel than carpentering–and after his marriage he had constantly borrowed from his parents. At last Mrs Griffith learnt to her dismay that their savings had come to an end completely. She had a talk with her husband, and found out that he was earning almost nothing. He talked of sending his only remaining workman away and moving into a smaller place. If he kept his one or two old customers, they might just manage to make both ends meet.

Mrs Griffith was burning with anger. She looked at her husband, sitting in front of her with his helpless look.

‘You fool!’ she said.

She thought of herself coming down in the world, living in a pokey little house away from the High Street, unable to buy new dresses, unnoticed by the chief people of Blackstable–she who had always held up her head with the best of them!