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‘Oh, don’t trouble, Mrs Griffith; of course I believe you,’ she said, and Mrs Griffith immediately sat down again.

But she burst into a storm of abuse of Daisy, for her deceitfulness and wickedness. She vowed she should never forgive her. She assured Miss Reed again and again that she had known nothing about it. Finally she burst into a perfect torrent of tears. Miss Reed was mildly sympathetic; but now she was anxious to get away to impart her news to the rest of Blackstable. Mrs Griffith sobbed her visitor out of the front door, but, when she had closed it, dried her tears. She went into the parlour and flung open the door that led to the back room. Griffith was sitting with his face hidden in his hands, and every now and then a sob shook his great frame. George was very pale, biting his nails.

‘You heard what she said,’ cried Mrs Griffith. ‘He’s married!’ … She looked at her husband contemptuously. ‘It’s all very well for you to carry on like that now. It was you who did it; it was all your fault. If she’d been brought up as I wanted her to be, this wouldn’t ever have happened.’

Again there was a knock, and George, going out, ushered in Mrs Gray, the vicar’s wife. She rushed in when she heard the sound of voices.

‘Oh, Mrs Griffith, it’s dreadful! simply dreadful! Miss Reed has just told me all about it. What is to be done? And what’ll the dissenters make of it? Oh, dear, it’s simply dreadful!’

‘You’ve just come in time, Mrs Gray,’ said Mrs Griffith, angrily. ‘It’s not my fault, I can tell you that. It’s her father who’s brought it about. He would have her go into Tercanbury to be educated, and he would have her take singing lessons and dancing lessons. The Church school was good enough for George. It’s been Daisy this and Daisy that all through. Me and George have been always put by for Daisy. I didn’t want her brought up above her station, I can assure you. It’s him who would have her brought up as a lady; and see what’s come of it! And he let her spend any money she liked on her dress…. It wasn’t me that let her go into Tercanbury every day in the week if she wanted to. I knew she was up to no good. There you see what you’ve brought her to; it’s you who’s disgraced us all!’

She hissed out the words with intense malignity, nearly screaming in the bitterness she felt towards the beautiful daughter of better education than herself, almost of different station. It was all but a triumph for her that this had happened. It brought her daughter down; she turned the tables, and now, from the superiority of her virtue, she looked down upon her with utter contempt.

IV

On the following Sunday the people of Blackstable enjoyed an emotion; as Miss Reed said,–

‘It was worth going to church this morning, even for a dissenter.’

The vicar was preaching, and the congregation paid a very languid attention, but suddenly a curious little sound went through the church–one of those scarcely perceptible noises which no comparison can explain; it was a quick attraction of all eyes, an arousing of somnolent intelligences, a slight, quick drawing-in of the breath. The listeners had heeded very indifferently Mr Gray’s admonitions to brotherly love and charity as matters which did not concern them other than abstractedly; but quite suddenly they had realised that he was bringing his discourse round to the subject of Daisy Griffith, and they pricked up both ears. They saw it coming directly along the highways of Vanity and Luxuriousness; and everyone became intensely wide awake.

‘And we have in all our minds,’ he said at last, ‘the terrible fall which has almost broken the hearts of sorrowing parents and brought bitter grief–bitter grief and shame to all of us.’…