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‘Perhaps she’s starving.’

‘Let her starve, for all I care. She’s dead to us; I’ve told everyone in Blackstable that I haven’t got a daughter now, and if she came on her bended knees before me I’d spit on her.’

George had come in and listened to the conversation.

‘Think what people would say, father,’ he said now; ‘as it is, it’s jolly awkward, I can tell you. No one would speak to us if she was back again. It’s not as if people didn’t know; everyone in Blackstable knows what she’s been up to.’

‘And what about George?’ put in Mrs Griffith. ‘D’you think the Polletts would stand it?’ George was engaged to Edith Pollett.

‘She’d be quite capable of breaking it off if Daisy came back,’ said George. ‘She’s said as much.’

‘Quite right too!’ cried his mother. ‘And I’m not going to be like Mrs Jay with Lottie. Everyone knows about Lottie’s goings-on, and you can see how people treat them–her and her mother. When Mrs Gray passes them in the street she always goes on the other side. No, I’ve always held my head high, and I’m always going to. I’ve never done anything to be ashamed of as far as I know, and I’m not going to begin now. Everyone knows it was no fault of mine what Daisy did, and all through I’ve behaved so that no one should think the worse of me.’

Mr Griffith sank helplessly into a chair, the old habit of submission asserted itself, and his weakness gave way as usual before his wife’s strong will. He had not the courage to oppose her.

‘What shall I answer, then?’ he asked.

‘Answer? Nothing.’

‘I must write something. She’ll be waiting for the letter, and waiting and waiting.’

‘Let her wait.’

VI

A few days later another letter came from Daisy, asking pitifully why they didn’t write, begging them again to forgive her and take her back. The letter was addressed to Mr Griffith; the girl knew that it was only from him she might expect mercy; but he was out when it arrived. Mrs Griffith opened it, and passed it on to her son. They looked at one another guiltily; the same thought had occurred to both, and each knew it was in the other’s mind.

‘I don’t think we’d better let father see it,’ Mrs Griffith said, a little uncertainly; ‘it’ll do no good and it’ll only distress him.’

‘And it’s no good making a fuss, because we can’t have her back.’

‘She’ll never enter this door as long as I’m in the world…. I think I’ll lock it up.’

‘I’d burn it, if I was you, mother. It’s safer.’

Then every day Mrs Griffith made a point of going to the door herself for the letters. Two more came from Daisy.

‘I know it’s not you; it’s mother and George. They’ve always hated me. Oh, don’t be so cruel, father! You don’t know what I’ve gone through. I’ve cried and cried till I thought I should die. For God’s sake write to me! They might let you write just once. I’m alone all day, day after day, and I think I shall go mad. You might take me back; I’m sure I’ve suffered enough, and you wouldn’t know me now, I’m so changed. Tell mother that if she’ll only forgive me I’ll be quite different. I’ll do the housework and anything she tells me. I’ll be a servant to you, and you can send the girl away. If you knew how I repent! Do forgive me and have me back. Oh, I know that no one would speak to me; but I don’t care about that, if I can only be with you!’

‘She doesn’t think about us,’ said George–‘what we should do if she was back. No one would speak to us either.’

But the next letter said that she couldn’t bear the terrible silence; if her father didn’t write she’d come down to Blackstable. Mrs Griffith was furious.