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Episode Date: December 22, 2022

Mr. Harrison’s Confessions by Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell audiobook. Genre: comedy It is asserted that the inspiration for Elizabeth Gaskell's marvellous stories of Cranford was her childhood home of Knutsford, a small town in Cheshire and to where she returned for a while as a young woman. This assertion is born out by an essay she wrote in 1849 entitled The Last Generation in England, in which she writes about 'The town in which I once resided ...'. There can be little doubt when reading this that it provided her with the template for Cranford. In 1851 the year she began to write Cranford, she also wrote a novella entitled Mr. Harrison's Confessions. It describes the life of a country doctor in a small provincial town. Mrs. Gaskell's model for this town could also only have been Knutsford which she knew and loved so well. The story revolves around the arrival in the town of a young doctor and the attempts of the ladies of the town to place his status within their society and of course to find him a suitable wife. It is often thought of as a prequel to Cranford Both of these pieces together with the novels, My Lady Ludlow and Cranford were used by the BBC to create the Television series Cranford in 2007. For ad-free listening try our premium subscription Chapters (Approximate) (00:00:00) Chapter 1 (00:22:14) Chapter 2 (00:53:34) Chapter 3 (01:11:17) Chapter 4 (01:36:12) Chapter 5 (01:57:37) Chapter 6 (02:17:14) Chapter 7 (02:41:36) Chapter 8 (03:03:08) Chapter 9 (03:25:04) Chapter 10 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

section one of mr harrison's confessions by elizabeth gaskell chapter one the fire was burning gaily my wife had just gone upstairs to put baby to bed charles sat opposite to me looking very brown and handsome it was pleasant enough that we should feel sure of spending some weeks under the same roof a thing which we had never done since we were mere boys. I felt too lazy to talk, so I ate walnuts and looked into the fire. But Charles grew restless. Now that your wife is gone upstairs, Will, you must tell me what I've wanted to ask you ever since I saw her this morning. Tell me all about the wooing and winning. I want to have the receipt for getting such a spicy little wife of my own. Your letters only gave the barest details. So set to, man, and tell me every particular. If I tell you all, it will be a long story. Never fear. If I get tired I can go to sleep and dream that I am back again,

a lonely bachelor in Ceylon, and I can waken up when you have done to know that I am under your roof. Dash away, man. Once a upon a time, a gallant young bachelor, there's a beginning for you. Well then, once upon a time, a gallant young bachelor was sorely puzzled where to settle when he had completed his education as a surgeon. I must speak in the first person. I cannot go on as a gallant young bachelor. I had just finished walking the hospitals when you went to salon, and, if you remember, I wanted to go abroad like you, and thought of offering myself as a ship's surgeon. But I found I should rather lose caste in my profession, so I hesitated. And, while I was

hesitating, I received a letter from my father's cousin, Mr. Morgan, that old gentleman who used to write such long letters of good advice to my mother, and who tipped me a five-pound note when I agreed to be bound apprentice to Mr. Howard, instead of going to see. Well, it seems the old gentleman had all along thought of taking me as his partner, if I turned out pretty well, and, as he heard a good account of me from an old friend of his, who was a surgeon at Guy's, he wrote to propose this arrangement. I was to have a third of the profits for five years. After that, half, and eventually I was to succeed to the whole. It was no bad offer for a penniless man like me, as Mr. Morgan had a capital country practice,

and, though I did not know him personally, I had formed a pretty good idea of him as an honourable, kind-hearted, fidgety, meddlesome old bachelor, and a very correct notion it was, as I found out in the very first half-hour of seeing him. I had had some idea that I was to live in his house, as he was a bachelor and a kind of family friend, and I think he was afraid that I should expect this arrangement, for, when I walked up to his door, with the porter carrying my portmanteau,

he met me on the steps, and while he held my hand and shook it, he said to the porter, Jerry, if you'll wait a moment, Mr. Harrison will be ready to go with you to his lodgings, said Jocelyn's, you know. And then turning to me he addressed his first words of welcome. I was a little inclined to think him inospitable, but I got to understand him better afterwards. Jocelyn's, said he, is the best place I have been able to hit upon in a hurry, and there is a good deal of fever about, which made me desirous that you should come,

this month, a low kind of typhoid in the oldest part of the town. I think you'll be comfortable there for a week or two. I have taken the liberty of desiring my housekeeper to send down one or two things, which give the place a little more of a home aspect, an easy chair, a beautiful case of preparations, and one or two little matters in the way of eatables. But if you'll take my advice, I've a plan in my head, which we will talk about tomorrow morning. At present, I don't like to keep you standing out on the steps here, so I'll not detain you from your lodgings, where I rather think my housekeeper is gone to get tea ready for you.

I thought I understood the old gentleman's anxiety for his own health, which he put upon care for mine, for he had on a kind of loose grey coat and no hat on his head. But I wondered that he did not ask me indoors, instead of keeping me on the steps. I believe, after all, I made a mistake in supposing he was afraid of taking cold. He was only afraid of being seen in des Abilet. And for his apparent inhospitality,

I had not been long in Duncombe before I understood the comfort of having one's house considered as a castle into which no one might intrude, and saw a good reason for the practice Mr. Morgan had established of coming to his door to speak to everyone. It was only the effect of habit that made him receive me so. Before long I had the free run of his house. There was every sign of kind attention and forethought on the part of someone whom I could not doubt to be Mr. Morgan in my lodgings. I was too lazy to do much that evening, and sat in the little bow window which projected over Jocelyn's shop, looking up and down the street. Duncombe calls

itself a town, but I should call it a village. Really, looking from Jocelyn's, it is a very picturesque place. The houses are anything but regular. They may be mean in their details, But altogether they look well. They have not that flat, unrelieved front, which many towns of far more pretensions present. Here and there a bow window, every now and then a gable, cutting up against the sky.

Occasionally a projecting upper story throws good effect of light and shadow along the street, and they have a queer fashion of their own of colouring the whitewash of some of the houses with the sort of pink blotting-paper tinge, more like the stone of which my ounce is built than anything else. It may be very bad taste, but to my mind it gives a rich warmth to the colouring.

Then, here and there, a dwelling-house has a court in front, with a grass plot on each side of the flagged walk, and a large tree or two, limes or horse-chestnuts, which send their great projecting upper branches over into the street, making round dry places of shelter on the pavement in the times of summer showers. While I was sitting in the bow window thinking of the contrast between this place and the lodgings in the heart of London which I had left only twelve hours before, the window open here, and, although in the centre of the town,

admitting only sense from the mignonette boxes on the sill, instead of the dust and smoke of X Street. The only sound heard in this, the principal street, being the voices of mothers calling their playing children home to bed, and the eight o'clock bell of the old parish church bimbombing in remembrance of the curfew. While I was sitting thus idly, the door opened and the little maid-servant, Dropping a courtesy, said, Please, sir, Mrs. Muntin's compliments, and she would be glad to know how you are after your journey.

There, was not that hearty and kind? Would even the dearest chum I had at guys have thought of doing such a thing? While Mrs. Muntan, whose name I had never heard of before, was doubtless suffering anxiety till I should relieve her mind by sending back word that I was pretty well. My compliments to Mrs. Muntan, and I am pretty well, much obliged to her. It was as well to say only pretty well, for very well would have destroyed the interest Mrs. Muntin evidently felt in me.

Good Mrs. Muntan, kind Mrs. Muntan, perhaps also young, handsome, rich, widowed Mrs. Muntin? I rubbed my hands with delight and amusement, and, resuming my post of observation, began to wonder at which house Mrs. Muntan lived. Again the little tap, and the little maid-servant. Please, sir, Miss Tompkinson's compliments, and they would be glad to know how you feel yourself after your journey.

I don't know why, but Miss Tompkinson's compliments, and they would be glad to know how you feel yourself after your journey. I don't know why, but Miss Tompkinson's compliments, and they would be glad to know how you Tompkinson's name had not such a halo about it as Mrs. Munton's. Still, it was very pretty in Miss Tomkinson's to send an inquire. I only wished I did not feel so perfectly robust. I was almost ashamed that I could not send word I was quite exhausted by fatigue, and had fainted twice since my arrival. If I had but had a headache at least. I heaved a deep breath, I heaved a my chest was in perfect order i had caught no cold so i answered again much obliged to the miss tomkinsons i am not much fatigued tolerably well my compliments little sally could hardly have got downstairs before she returned bright and breathless mr and mrs bullock's compliments sir and they hope you are pretty well after your journey

who would have expected such kindness from such an unpromising name mr and mrs bullock were less interesting it is true than their predecessors but i graciously replied my compliments a night's rest will perfectly recruit me the same message was presently brought up from one or two more unknown kind hearts i really wished i were not so ruddy looking i would not so ruddy looking i would was afraid I should disappoint the tender-hearted town when they saw what a hail young fellow I was, and I was almost ashamed of confessing to a great appetite for supper when Sally came up to inquire what I would have. Beef-stakes were so tempting, but perhaps I ought rather to have water gruel and go to bed. The beef-stake carried the day, however. I need not have felt such a gentle elation of spirits, as this mark of the town's attention is paid to everyone when they arrive after a journey. Many of the same people have sent to inquire after you, great, hulking, brown fellow

as you are, only Sally spared you the infliction of devising interesting answers. Chapter 2 The next morning Mr. Morgan came before I had finished breakfast. He was the most dapper little man I ever met. I see the affection with which people cling to the style of dress that was in vogue when they were bows and bells, and received the most admiration. They are unwilling to believe that their youth and beauty are gone,

and think that the prevailing mode is unbecoming. Mr. Morgan will inveigh by the hour together against frock coats, for instance, and whiskers. He keeps his chin close-shaven, wears a black-dress coat, and dark-gray pantaloons, and in his morning round to his town patients he invariably wears the brightest and blackest of Hessian boots, with dangling silk tassels on each side. When he goes home about ten o'clock to present, prepare for his ride to see his country patients, he puts on the most dandy top boots I ever saw, which he gets from some wonderful boot-maker a hundred miles off. His appearance is what one calls Jemmy.

There is no other word that will do for it. He was evidently a little discomfited when he saw me in my breakfast costume with the habits which I brought with me from the fellows at Guys. My feet against the fireplace, my chair balanced on its hind legs, a habit of sitting which I afterwards discovered he particularly aboard, slippers on my feet, which also he considered a most ungentlemanly piece of untidiness out of a bedroom. In short, from what I afterwards learned, every prejudice he had was outraged by my appearance on this first visit of his.

I put my book down, and sprang up to receive him. He stood, hat and cane in hand. I came to inquire if it would be convenient for you to accompany me on my mornings round, and to be introduced to a few of our friends. I quite detected the little tone of coldness, induced by his disappointment at my appearance, though he never imagined that it was in any way perceptible. I will be ready directly, sir, said I, and bolted into my bedroom, only too happy to escape his scrutinising eye.

When I returned I was made aware by sundry, indescribable little coughs and hesitating noises, that my dress did not satisfy him. I stood ready, hat and gloves in hand, but still he did not offer to set off on our round. I grew very red and hot. At length, he said, "'Excuse me, my dear young friend, "'but may I ask if you have no other coat besides that—' "'Cutaway, I believe you call them? "'We are rather stickless for propriety, I believe, in Duncombe,

"'and much depends on the first impression. "'Let it be professional, my dear sir. "'Black is the garb of our profession.' forgive my speaking so plainly but i consider myself in loco parentis he was so kind so bland and in truth so friendly that i felt it would be most childish to take offence but i had a little resentment in my heart at this way of being treated however i mumbled oh certainly sir if you wish it and returned once more to change my coat my poor cutaway those coats sir give a man rather too much of a sporting appearance not quite befitting the learned professions more as if you came down here to hunt than to be the galen or hippocrates of the neighbourhood he smiled graciously so i smothered a sigh for to tell you the truth i had rather anticipated and in fact had boasted at guise of the run I hoped to have with the hounds, for Duncan was in a famous hunting district.

But all these ideas were quite dispersed when Mr. Morgan led me to the inn-yard, where there was a horse-dealer on his way to a neighbouring fare, and strongly advised me, which in our relative circumstances, was equivalent to an injunction, to purchase a little, useful, fast-trotting, brown cob instead of a fine showy horse, who would take any fence I put him to, as the horse-dealer assured me. Mr. Morgan was evidently pleased when I bowed to his decision and gave up all hopes of an occasional hunt. He opened out a great deal more after this purchase. He told me his plan of establishing me in a house of my own, which looked more respectable, not to say, professional, than being in lodgings. And then he went on to say that he had lately

lost a friend, a brother-surgeon in a neighbouring town, who had left a widow with a small income, who would be very glad to live with me, and act as mistress to my establishment, thus lessening the expense. She is a lady-like woman, said Mr. Morgan, to judge from the little I have seen of her, about forty-five or so, and may rarely be of some help to you in the little etiquettes of our profession, the slight delicate attentions which every man has to learn if he wishes to get on in life. "'This is Mrs. Muntons, sir,' said he, stopping short at a very unromantic-looking green door with the brass knocker. I had no time to say, who is Mrs. Muntins, sir,' said he, stopping short at a very unromantic-looking,

with the brass knocker. I had no time to say, who is Mrs. Muntan? Before we had heard Mrs. Muntan was at home, and were following the tidy elderly servant up the narrow carpeted stairs into the drawing-room.

Mrs. Muntan was the widow of a former vicar, upwards of sixty, rather deaf, but like all the deaf people I had ever seen, very fond of talking, perhaps because she then knew the subject which passed out of her grasp when another began to speak. She was ill of a

chronic complaint which often incapacitated her from going out, and the kind people of the town were in the habit of coming to see her, and sit with her, and of bringing her the newest, freshest tit-bits of news, so that her room was the centre of the gossip of Dunkham. Not of scandal, mind, for I make a distinction between gossip and scandal. Now you can fancy the discrepancy between the ideal and the real Mrs. Muntan. Instead of any foolish notion of a beautiful blooming widow, tenderly anxious about the health of the stranger, I saw a homely, talkative, elderly person with a keen, observant eye,

and marks of suffering on her face, plain in manner and dress, but still unmistakably a lady. She talked to Mr. Morgan, but she looked at me, and I saw that nothing I did escaped her notice. Mr. Morgan annoyed me by his anxiety to show me off, but he was kindly anxious to bring about every circumstance to my credit in Mrs. Munton's hearing, knowing well that the town crier had not more opportunities to publish, all about me than she had.

What was that remark you repeated to me of Sir Astley Coopers? asked he. It had been the most trivial speech in the world that I had named as we walked along, and I felt ashamed of having to repeat it. But it answered Mr. Morgan's purpose. And before night all the town had heard that I was a favourite pupil of Sir Astley's. I had never seen him, but twice in my life. And Mr. Morgan was afraid that as soon as he knew my full value, I should be retained by Sir Astley to assist him in his duties as surgeon to the royal family.

Every little circumstance was pressed into the conversation which could add to my importance. As I once heard Sir Robert Peel remarked to Mr. Harrison the father of our young friend here, the moons in August are remarkably full and bright. If you remember, Charles, my father was always proud of having sold a pair of gloves to Sir Robert when he was staying at the Grange near Bidicum, and I suppose good Mr. Morgan had paid his only visit to my father at the time. But Mrs. Muntan evidently looked at me with double respect after this incidental remark, which I was amused to meet with, a few months afterwards disguised in the statement that my father was an intimate friend of the premiers,

and had, in fact, been the advisor of most of the measures taken by him in public life. I sat by, half indignant and half amused. Mr. Morgan looked so complacently pleased at the whole effect of the conversation that I did not care to mar it by a man. explanations and indeed i had little idea at the time how small sayings were the seeds of great events in the town of duncombe when we left mrs munton's he was in a blandly communicative mood you will find it a curious statistical fact but five-sixth of our householders of a certain rank in duncombe are women we have widows and old maids in richard's abundance. In fact, my dear sir, I believe that you and I are almost the only gentlemen in the place. Mr. Bullock, of course, accepted. By gentlemen, I mean professional men. It behooves us to remember, sir, that so many of the female sex rely upon us for the kindness and protection which every man

who is worthy of the name is always so happy to render. Miss Tomkinson, where we next called, did not strike me as remarkably requiring protection from any man. She was a tall, gaunt, masculine-looking woman, with an air of defiance about her naturally. This, however, she softened and mitigated as far as she was able, in favour of Mr. Morgan. He, it seemed to me, stood a little in awe of the lady, who was very very very well. brusque and plain spoken, and evidently piqued herself on her decision of character and sincerity of speech. So, this is the Mr. Harrison we have heard so much of from you, Mr. Morgan. I must say, from what I had heard, that I had expected something a little more—

but he's young yet, he's young. We have been all anticipating an Apollo, Mr. Harrison, from mr morgan's description and an escapapius combined in one or perhaps i might confine myself to saying apollo as he i believe was the god of medicine how could mr morgan have described me without seeing me i asked myself miss tomkinson put on her spectacles and adjusted them on her roman nose suddenly relaxing from her severity of inspection she said to mr morgan but you must see caroline i had nearly forgotten it she is busy with the girls but i will send for her she had a bad headache yesterday and looked very pale it made me very uncomfortable she rang the bell and desired the servant to fetch miss caroline miss caroline was the younger sister younger by twenty years and so considered as a child by miss caroline and so considered as a child by miss caroline she was the younger sister younger by miss caroline was the younger by miss caroline was the younger by Tompkins, who was fifty-five at the very least. If she was considered as a child, she was also petted and caressed, and cared for as a child, for she had been left as a baby to the charge of her elder sister, and when the father died, and they had had to set up a school,

Miss Tompkins took upon herself every difficult arrangement, and denied herself every pleasure, and made every sacrifice in order that Carrie might not feel the change in their circumstances. My wife tells me she once knew the sisters purchase a piece of silk, enough with management to have made two gowns, but Carrie wished for flounces, or some such fallows, and, without a word, Miss Tompkins gave up her gown to have the whole made up as Carrie wished into one handsome, gown, and wore an old shabby affair herself, as cheerfully as if it were Genoa

velvet. That tells the sort of relationship between the sisters as well as anything, and I consider myself very good to name it thus early, for it was long before I found out Miss Tompkinson's real goodness, and we had a great quarrel first. Miss Caroline looked very delicate and die away when she came in. She was as soft and sentimental as Miss Tompkinson was hard and masculine. She had a way of saying, Oh, sister, how can you, at Miss Tompkinson's startling speeches,

which I never liked, especially as it was accompanied by a sort of protesting look at the company present, as if she wished to have it understood that she she was shocked at her sister's Utre manners. Now that was not faithful between sisters. A remonstrance in private might have done good, though for my own part I have grown to like Miss Tompkinson's speeches and ways, but I don't like the way some people have of separating themselves from what may be unpopular in their relations.

I know I spoke rather shortly to Miss Caroline when she asked me whether I could bear the change from the great metropolis to a little country village. In the first place, why could not she call it London or town and have done with it? And in the next place, why should she not love the place that was her home well enough to fancy that everyone would like it when they came to know it as well as she did?

I was conscious I was rather abrupt in my conversation with her, and I saw that Mr. Morgan was watching me, though he pretended to be listening to Miss Tompkinson's whispered account of her sister's symptoms. But when we were once more in the street he began, my dear young friend, I winced for all the morning I had noticed that when he was going to give me a little unpalatable advice, He always began with, my dear young friend. He had done so about the horse. My dear young friend, there are one or two hints I should like to give you about your manner.

The great Sir Everard home used to say, A general practitioner should either have a very good manner or a very bad one. Now, in the latter case, he must be possessed of talents and acquirements sufficient, to ensure his being sought after, whatever his manner might be. But the rudeness will give notoriety to these qualifications. Abernathy is a case in point. I rather, myself, question the taste of bad manners. I, therefore, have studied to acquire an attentive, anxious politeness,

which combines ease and grace with a tender regard and interest. I am not aware whether I have sufficient. succeeded, few men do, in coming up to my ideal, but I recommend you to strive after this manner, peculiarly befitting our profession. Identify yourself with your patience, my dear sir. You have sympathy in your good heart, I am sure, to really feel pain when listening to their account of their sufferings, and it soothes them to see the expression of this feeling in your manner. it is in fact sir manners that make the man in our profession i don't set myself up as an example far from it but

this is mr huttons our vicar one of the servants is indisposed and i shall be glad of the opportunity of introducing you we can resume our conversation at another time i had not been aware that we had been holding a conversation in which i believe the assistance of two persons is required why had not mr hudden sent to ask after my health the evening before according to the custom of the place I felt rather offended. End of Section 1. Section 2 of Mr. Harrison's Confessions by Elizabeth Gaskell. This Librevox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Noel Badrian. Chapter 3

The Vicarage was on the north side of the street at the end opening towards the hills. It was a long low house, receding, behind its neighbors. A court was between the door and the street, with a flag walk and an old stone cistern on the right-hand side of the door, Solomon's seal growing under the windows. Someone was watching from behind the window curtain, for the door opened as if by magic as soon as we reached it, and we entered a low room which served as hall, and was matted all over. with deep old-fashioned window-seats and dutch tiles in the fireplace.

Altogether it was very cool and refreshing after the hot sun in the white and red street. Bessie is not so well, Mr. Morgan, said the sweet little girl of eleven or so, who had opened the door. Sophie wanted to send for you, but Papa said he was sure you would come soon this morning, and we were to remember that there were other sick people wanting you. "'Here's Mr. Morgan, Sophie,' said she, "'opening the door into an inner room, "'to which we descended a step, as I remember well,

"'for I was nearly falling down it, "'I was so caught by the picture within. "'It was like a picture, at least seen through the door-frame. "'A sort of mixture of crimson and sea-green in the room, room and a sunny garden beyond, a very low casement window open to the amber air, clusters of white roses peeping in, and Sophie sitting on a cushion on the ground, the light coming from above on her head, and a little sturdy round-eyed brother kneeling by her, to whom she was teaching the alphabet. It was a mighty relief to him when we came in, as I could see,

and I am much mistaken if he was easily caught again to say his lesson when he was once sent off to find Papa. Sophie rose quietly, and of course we were just introduced, and that was all, before she took Mr. Morgan upstairs to see her sick servant. I was left to myself in the room. It looked so like a home that it at once made me know the full charm of the word, There were books and work about and tokens of employment. There was a child's plaything on the floor, and against the sea-green walls they hung a likeness or two done in watercolours. One I was sure was that of Sophie's mother. The chairs and sofa were covered with a chintz the same as the curtains,

a little pretty red rose on a white ground. I don't know where the crimson came from, but I am sure there was crimson somewhere, perhaps in the carpet. There was a glass door besides the window, and you went up a step into the garden. This was first to grass plot just under the windows, and beyond that, straight gravel walks, with box borders and narrow flower-beds on each side, most brilliant and gay at the end of August, as it was then. and behind the flower-borders were fruit-trees trained over woodwork so as to shut out the beds of kitchen garden within while i was looking round a gentleman came in who i was sure was the vicar it was rather awkward for i had to account for my presence there i came with mr morgan my name is harrison said i bowing i could see he was not much in life by this explanation, but we sat down and talked about the time of year, or some such matter,

till Sophie and Mr. Morgan came back. Then I saw Mr. Morgan to advantage. With a man whom he respected as he did the vicar, he lost the prim artificial manner he had in general, and was calm and dignified, but not so dignified as the vicar. I never saw anyone like him. He was very quiet and reserved, almost absent at times. His personal appearance was not striking, but he was altogether a man you would talk to with your hat off whenever you met him.

It was his character that produced this effect, character that he never thought about, but that appeared in every word and look and motion. Sophie, said he, Mr. Morgan looks very warm. Could you not gather a few jargon, jarlanele pairs off the south wall. I fancy there are some ripe there. Our jarlanele pairs are remarkably early this year.

Sophie went into the sunny garden, and I saw her take a rake and tilt at the pairs, which were above her reach, apparently. The parlour had become chilly. I found out afterwards it had a flag floor, which accounts for its coldness, and I thought I should like to. go into the warm sun. I said I would go and help the young lady, and without waiting for an answer I went into the warm-centred garden, where the bees were rifling the flowers and making a continual busy sound. I think Sophie had begun to despair of getting the fruit, and was glad of my assistance.

I thought I was very senseless to have knocked them down so soon when I found we were to go in as soon as they were gathered. I should have liked to have walked round the garden, but Sophie walked straight off with the pairs, and I could do nothing but follow her. She took up her needlework while we ate them. They were very soon finished, and when the vicar had ended his conversation with Mr. Morgan

about some poor people, we rose up to come away. I was thankful that Mr. Morgan had said so little about me, i could not have endured that he should have introduced sir astley cooper or sir robert peel at the vicarage nor yet could i have brooked much mention of my great opportunities for acquiring a thorough knowledge of my profession which i had heard him describe to miss tomkinson while her sister was talking to me luckily however he spared me all this at the vickers when we left it was time to mount our horses and go to the country rounds and i was glad of it chapter four by and by the inhabitants of duncombe began to have parties in my honour mr morgan told me it was on my account or i don't think i should have found it out but he was pleased at every fresh invitation and rubbed his hands and chuckled as if it was a compliment to himself as in truth it was meanwhile the arrangement with mrs rose had been brought to a conclusion she was to bring her furniture and place it in a house of which i was to pay the rent she was to be the mistress and in return she was not to pay anything for her board.

Mr. Morgan took the house and delighted in advising and settling all my affairs. I was partly indolent and partly amused, and was altogether passive. The house he took for me was near his own. It had two sitting rooms downstairs, opening into each other by folding doors, which were, however, kept shut in general. The back room was my consulting room, the library he advised me to call it, and gave me a skull to put on the top of my bookcase,

in which the medical books were all ranged on the conspicuous shelves, while Miss Austen, Dickens, and Thackeray were, by Mr. Morgan himself skillfully placed in a careless way, upside down or with their backs turned to the wall. The front parlour was to be the dining-room, and the room above was furnished with Mrs. Rose's drawing-room chairs and table, though I found she preferred sitting downstairs in the dining-room, close to the window, where, between every stitch, she could look up and see what was going on in the street. I felt rather queer to be the master of this house, filled with another person's furniture, before I had even seen the lady who's, whose property it was. Presently she arrived.

Mr. Morgan met her at the inn where the coach stopped, and accompanied her to my house. I could see them out of the drawing-room window, the little gentleman stepping daintily along, flourishing his cane, and evidently talking away. She was a little taller than he was, and in deep widow's mourning. veils and falls and capes and cloaks that she looked like a black crape haycock. When we were introduced she put up her thick veil and looked round and sighed. Your appearance and circumstances, Mr. Harrison, remind me forcibly of the time when I was married to my dear husband, now at rest. He was then, like you, commencing practice as a surgeon.

For twenty years I sympathized with him, and assisted him by every means in my power, even to making up pills when the young man was out. May we live together in harmony for an equal length of time. May the regard between us be equally sincere, although instead of being conjugal it is to be maternal and filial. I am sure she had been concocting the speech in the coach, for she afterwards told me she was the only passenger. When she had ended, I felt as if I ought to have had a glass of wine in my hand to drink after the manner of toasts, and yet I doubt I should have done it heartily,

for I did not hope to live with her for twenty years. It had rather a dreary sound. However, I only bowed and kept my thoughts to myself. I asked Mr. Morgan, while Mrs. Rose was upstairs taking off for things, to stay to tea, to which he agreed, and kept rubbing his hands with satisfaction saying, "'A very fine woman, sir, very fine woman. And what a manner, how she will receive patients who may wish to leave a message during your absence.' Such a flow of words to be sure. Mr. Morgan could not stay long after tea, as they were one or two cases to be seen. I would willingly have gone, and had my hat on, indeed, for the purpose, when he said it would not be respectful, not the thing, to leave Mrs. Rose the first evening of her arrival. Tender deference to the sex, to a widow in the first months of her loneliness, requires this little consideration, my dear sir.

I will leave that case at Miss Tompkinson's for you. You will perhaps call early to-morrow morning. morning. Miss Tomkinson is rather particular, and is apt to speak plainly if she does not think herself properly attended to. I had often noticed that he shuffled off the visits to Miss Tompkinson's on me, and I suspect he was a little afraid of the lady. It was rather a long evening with Mrs. Rose. She had nothing to do, thinking it's civil, I suppose, to stop in the parlour and not go upstairs and unpack. I begged I might be no restraint upon her if she wished to do so,

but rather to my disappointment she smiled in a measured, subdued way and said it would be a pleasure to her to become better acquainted with me. She went upstairs once, and my heart misgave me when I saw her come down with a clean-folded pocket-handkerchief. Oh, my prophetic soul,

she was no sooner seated, then she began to give me an account of her late husband's illness and symptoms and death. It was a very common case, but she evidently seemed to think it had been peculiar. She had just a smattering of medical knowledge, and used the technical terms so very malapropos that I could hardly keep from smiling, but I would not have done it for the world. She was evidently in such deep and sincere distress. At last she said, I have the dog-nosis of my dear husband's complaint in my desk, Mr. Harrison, if you would like to draw up the case for the Lancet.

I think he would have felt gratified, poor fellow, if he had been told such a compliment would be paid to his remains, and that his case would appear in those distinguished columns. It was rather awkward, for the case was of the very commonest, as I said before. However, I had not been even this short time in practice without having learnt a few of those noises which do not compromise one, and yet may bear a very significant construction if the listener chooses to exert a little imagination. Before the end of the evening we were such friends that she brought me down the late

Mr. Rose's picture to look at. She told me she could not bear herself to gaze upon the beloved features, but that if I would look upon the miniature, she would avert her face. I offered to take it into my own hands, but she seemed wounded at the proposal, and said she never, never could trust such a treasure out of her own possession. So she turned her head very much over her left shoulder, while I examined. examined the likeness held by her extended right arm. The late Mr. Rose must have been rather a good-looking, jolly man,

and the artist had given him such a broad smile and such a twinkle about the eyes that it really was hard to help smiling back at him. However, I restrained myself. At first Mrs. Rose objected to accepting any of the invitations which were sent her to accompany me to the tea-parties in the town. She was so good and simple that I was sure she had no other reason than the one which she alleged,

the short time that had elapsed since her husband's death, or else, now that I had had some experience of the entertainments which she declined so pertinaciously, I might have suspected that she was glad of the excuse. I used sometimes to which, that I was a widow. I came home tired from a day's hard riding, and if I had but felt sure that Mr. Morgan would not come in, I should certainly have put on my slippers and my loose morning coat, and have indulged in a cigar in the garden. It seemed a cruel sacrifice to society

to dress myself in tight boots and a stiff coat, and go to a five o'clock tea. But Mr. Morgan read me such lectures upon the necessity of cultivating the goodwill of the people among whom I were settled, and seemed so sorry and almost hurt when I once complained of the dullness of these parties, that I felt I could not be so selfish as to decline more than one out of three. Mr. Morgan, if he found that I had an invitation for the evening, would often take the longer round and the more distant visits. I suspected him at first of the first of the design, which I confess I often entertained, of shirking the parties. But I soon found out he was really making a sacrifice of his inclinations for what he considered to be my advantage.

End of Section 2. Section 3 of Mr. Harrison's Confessions by Elizabeth Gaskell. This Librevox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Noel Badrian. Chapter 5 There was one invitation which seemed to promise a good deal of pleasure. Mr. Bullock, who is the attorney of Duncom, was married a second time to a lady from a large provincial town. She wished to lead the fashion, a thing very easy to do for everyone was willing to follow her. So instead of giving a tea party in my honour, she proposed a picnic to some old, hall in the neighborhood. And really, the arrangement sounded tempting enough. Every patient we had

seemed full of the subject, both those who were invited and those who were not. There was a moat around the house with a boat on it, and there was a gallery in the hall from which music sounded delightfully. The family to whom the place belonged were abroad, and lived at a newer and grand a mansion when they were at home. There were only a farmer and his wife in the old hall, and they were to have the charge of the preparations. The little kind-hearted town was delighted when the sun shone bright on the October morning of our picnic. The shopkeepers and cottages all looked pleased as they saw the cavalcade gathering at Mr. Bullock's door. We were somewhere about twenty in number.

A silent few, she called us, but I thought we were quite enough. There were the Miss Tompkinsons and two of their young ladies. One of them belonged to a country family, Mrs. Bullock told me in a whisper. Then came Mr. Mrs. and Miss Bullock, and a tribe of little children, the offspring of the present wife. Miss Bullock was only a step-daughter. Mrs. Muntan had accepted the invitation to join our party, which was rather unexpected by the host and hostess, I imagine, from the little remarks that I overheard,

but they made her very welcome. Miss Horseman, a maiden lady who had been on a visit from home till last week, was another. And last there were the vicar and he, his children. These, with Mr. Morgan and myself, made up the party. I was very much pleased to see something more of the Vickers family. He had come in occasionally to the evening parties, as it is true, and spoke kindly to us all, but it was not his habit to stay very long at them. And his daughter was, he said, too young to visit. She had had the charge of her little sisters

and brother since her mother's death, which took up a good deal of her time, and she was glad of the evenings to pursue her own studies. But today the case was different, and Sophie and Helen and Lizzie, and even Little Walter, were all there, standing at Mrs. Bullock's door, for we none of us could be patient enough to sit still in the parlour, with Mrs. Muntan and the elder ones quietly waiting for two chaises and the spring. which was to have been there by two o'clock, but now it was nearly a quarter past. Shameful! The brightness of the day would be gone.

The sympathetic shopkeepers standing at their respective doors, with their hands in their pockets, had, one and all, the heads turned in the direction from which the carriages, as Mrs. Bullock called them, were to come. There was a rumble along the paved street, and the shopkeepers turned and smiled and bowed their heads congratulatingly to us. All the mothers and all the little children of the place stood clustering round the doors to see us set off. I had my horse waiting, and, meanwhile, I assisted people into their vehicles. One sees a good deal of management on such occasions. Mrs. Muntan was handed first into one of the chases. Then there was a little hanging back,

for most of the young people wished to go in the cart. I don't know why. Miss Horseman, however, came forward, and as she was known to be the intimate friend of Mrs. Muntin, so far was satisfactory. But who was to be third? Bodkin with two old ladies, who liked the windows shut.

I saw Sophie speaking to Helen, and then she came forward and offered to be the third. The two old ladies looked pleased and glad, as everyone did near Sophie, so that the chaiseful was arranged. Just as it was going off, however, the servant from the vicarage came running with a note for her master. When he had read it he went to the chaise door, and I suppose told Sophie what I afterwards heard him say to Mrs. Bullock, that the clergyman of a neighbouring parish was ill and unable to. to read the funeral service for one of his parishioners, who was to be buried that afternoon. The vicar was, of course, obliged to go, and said he should not return home that night.

It seemed a relief to some, I perceived, to be without the little restraint of his dignified presence. Mr. Morgan came up just at the moment, having ridden hard all the morning to be in time to join our party. So we were resigned on the whole to the vicar's absence. His own family regretted him the most, I noticed, and I liked them all the better for it. I believed that I came next in being sorry for his departure, but I respected and admired him, and felt always the better for having been in his company.

Miss Tompkinson, Mrs. Bullock, and the country young lady were in the next chaise. i think the last would rather have been in the cart with the younger and merrier set but i imagine that was considered infradig the remainder of the party were to ride and tie and a most riotous laughing set they were mr morgan and i were on horseback at least i led my horse with little walter riding on him his fat sturdy legs standing stiff out on each side of my cobs broad back he was a little darling and chattered all the way his sister sophy being the heroine of all his stories i found he owed his day's excursion entirely to her begging papa to let him come nurse was strongly against it cross old nurse he called her once and then said no not cross kind nurse sophie tells walter not to say cross nurse i never saw so young a child so brave the horse shied at a log of wood walter looked very red and grasped the mane but sat upright like a little man and never spoke all the time the horse was dancing when it was over he looked at me and smiled you would not let me be hurt mr harrison would you he was the most winning little fellow i ever saw

there were frequent cries to me from the cart oh mr harrison do get us that branch of blackberries you can reach it with your whip handle oh mr harrison there were such splendid nuts on the other side of that hedge would you just turn back for them miss caroline tomkinson was once or twice rather faint with the motion of the cart and asked me for my smelling-bottle as she had forgotten hers i was amused at that the mues used at the idea of my carrying such articles about with me. Then she thought she should like to walk, and got out, and came on my side of the road, but I found little Walter the pleasanter companion, and soon set the horse off into a trot, with which pace her tender constitution could not keep up. The road to the old hall was along a sandy lane, with high hedge-banks, the which elms almost met overhead.

Shocking farming, Mr. Bullock called out, and so it might be, but it was very pleasant and picturesque looking. The trees were gorgeous in their orange and crimson hues, varied by great dark green holly bushes, glistening in the autumn sun. I should have thought the colours too vivid if I had seen them in a picture, especially when we wound up the brow after crossing the little bridge over. the brook. What laughing and screaming there was as the cart splashed through the sparkling water, and I caught the purple hills beyond. We could see the old hall, too, from that point, with its warm rich woods billowing up behind, and the blue waters of the moat lying still under the sunlight.

Laughing and talking is very hungry work, and there was a universal petition for dinner when we arrived at the lawn before the hall, where it had been arranged that we were to dine. I saw Miss Carrie take Miss Tompkinson aside, and whisper to her, and presently the elder sister came up to me, where I was busy, rather apart, making a seat of hay which I had fetched from the farmer's loft for my little friend Walter, who I had noticed was rather hoarse, and for whom I was afraid of her seat on the grass, dry as it appeared to be. Mr. Harrison, Caroline, tells me she has been feeling very faint, and she is afraid of a return of one of her attacks.

She says she has more confidence in your medical powers than in Mr. Morgan's. I should not be sincere if I did not say that I differ from her, but as it is so, may I beg you to keep an eye upon her? I tell her she had better not have come if she did not feel well. But, poor girl, she has set her heart upon this day's pleasure. I have offered to go home with her, but she says, If she can only feel sure you are at hand, she would rather stay. Of course, I bowed and promised all due attendance on Miss Caroline.

And in the meantime, until she did require my services, I thought I might as well go and help the vicar's door. who looked so fresh and pretty in her white muslin dress here there and everywhere now in the sunshine now in the green shade helping everyone to be comfortable and thinking of everyone but herself presently mr morgan came up miss caroline does not feel quite well i have promised your services to her sister so have i sir but miss sophy cannot carry this heavy basket it. I did not mean her to have heard this excuse, but she caught it up and said, Oh, yes, I can. I can take the things out one by one. Go to poor Miss Caroline, pray, Mr. Harrison. I went, but very unwillingly, I must say. When I had once seated myself by her, I think she must have felt better. It was probably

only a nervous fear, which was relieved when she knew she knew she was. had assistance near at hand, for she made a capital dinner. I thought she would never end her modest requests for just a little more pigeon-pie, or a merry thought of chicken. Such a hearty meal would, I hoped, effectually revive her, and so it did, for she told me she thought she could manage to walk round the garden and see the old peacock use if I would kindly give her my arm. It was very provoking. I had so set my heart upon being with the vicar's children. I advised Miss Caroline strongly to lie down a little, and rest, before tea, on the sofa in the farmer's kitchen. You cannot think how persuasively I begged her to take care of herself.

At last she consented, thanking me for my tender interest. She should never forget my kind attention to her. She little knew what was in my mind at the time. However, she was safely consigned to the farmer's wife, and I was rushing out in search of a white gown and a waving figure when I encountered Mrs. Bullock at the door of the hall. She was a fine, fierce-looking woman. I thought she had appeared a little displeased at my unwilling attentions

on Miss Caroline at dinner-time. But now, seeing me alone, she was all smiles. Oh, Mr. Harrison, all alone, how is that? What are the young ladies about to allow such churlishness? And, by the way, I have left a young lady who will be very glad of your assistance, I am sure. My daughter, Jemima, her step-daughter, she meant.

Mr. Bullock is so particular and so tender a father, that he would be frightened to death at the idea of her going into the boat on the moat, unless she was with someone who could swim. He has gone to discuss the new wheel-plow with the farmer. You know agriculture is his hobby, although law, horrid law, is his business. But the poor girl is pining on the bank, longing for my permission to join the others,

which I dare not give, unless you will kindly accompany her, and promise, if any accident happens, to preserve her safe. oh sophy why was no one anxious about you chapter six miss bullock was standing by the water-side looking wistfully as i thought at the water-party the sound of whose merry laughter came pleasantly enough from the boat which lay off for indeed no one knew how to row and she was of a clumsy flat-bottomed build about a hundred yards weather-bound and-bound and-anded as they shouted out, among the long stalks of the water-lilies. Miss Bullock did not look up till I came close to her,

and then, when I told her my errand, she lifted up her great heavy, sad eyes, and looked at me for a moment. It struck me, at the time, that she expected to find some expression on my face which was not there, and that its absence was a relief to her. She was a very pale, unhappy-looking girl,

but very quiet, and, if not agreeable in manner, at any rate, not forward or offensive. I called to the party in the boat, and they came slowly enough through the large, cool, green-lily leaves towards us. When they got near, we saw there was no room for us, and Miss Bullock said she would rather stay in the meadow and saunter about, if I would go into the boat. and I am certain from the look on her countenance that she spoke the truth. But Miss Horseman called out in a sharp voice, while she smiled in a very disagreeable, knowing way. Oh, Mama will be displeased if you don't come in, Miss Bullock,

after all her trouble in making such a nice arrangement. At this speech the poor girl hesitated, and at last, in an undecided way, as if she was not sure, whether she was doing right, she took Sophie's place in the boat. Helen and Lizzie landed with their sister, so that there was plenty of room for Miss Tompkins and Miss Horseman and all the little bullocks, and the three Vicarage girls went off strolling along the meadow side, and playing with Walter, who was in a high state of excitement. The sun was getting low, but the declining light was beautiful upon the water, and,

And, to add to the charm of the time, Sophie and her sisters, standing on the green lawn in front of the hall, struck up the little German cannon, which I had never heard before. O vivo, is mere am abend, etc. At last we were summoned to tug the boat to the landing steps on the lawn, tea and a blazing wood fire being ready for us in the hall. I was offering my arm to Miss Horsman, as she was a little lame, when she said again, in her peculiar, disagreeable way, had you not better take Miss Bullock, Mr. Harrison, it will be more satisfactory. I helped Miss Horsman up the steps, however, and then she repeated her advice, so, remembering that Miss Bullock was in fact the daughter of my entertainers, I went to her. but though she accepted my arm i could perceive she was sorry that i had offered it the hall was lighted by the glorious wood-fire in the wide old great the daylight was dying away in the west and the large windows admitted but little of what was left through their small leaded frames with coats of arms emblazoned upon them the farmer's wife had set out a great long table which was left which was left to their small leaded frames with coats of arms emblazoned upon them the farmer's wife had set out a great long table which was piled with good things and a huge black kettle sang on the glowing fire which sent a cheerful warmth through the room as it crackled and blazed

mr morgan who i found had been taking a little round in the neighbourhood among his patience was there smiling and rubbing his hands as usual mr bullock was holding a conversation with the farmer at the garden door on the nature of different manures, in which it struck me that if Mr. Bullock had the fine names and theories on his side, the farmer had all the practical knowledge and the experience, and I know which I would have trusted. I think Mr. Bullock rather liked to talk about Liebig in my hearing. It sounded well, and was knowing. Mrs. Bullock was not particularly placid in her mood. In the first place I wanted to sit by the Bicker's daughter, and Miss Caroline, as decidedly, wanted to sit on my other side, being afraid of her fainting fits, I imagine. But Mrs. Bullock called me to a place near her daughter.

Now I thought I had done enough civility to a girl who was evidently annoyed rather than pleased by my attentions, and I pretended to be busy stooping under the table for Miss Caroline's gloves which were missing, but it was of no avail. Mrs. Bullock's fine, severe eyes were awaiting my reappearance, and she summoned me again. I am keeping this place on my right hand for you, Mr. Harrison. Jemima, sit still. I went up to the post of honour and tried to busy myself with pouring out coffee to hide my chagrin.

but after forgetting to empty the water put in to warm the cups mrs bullock said and omitting to add any sugar the lady told me she would dispense with my services and turn me over to my neighbour on the other side talking to the younger lady was no doubt more mr harrison's vocation than assisting the elder one i dare say it was only the manner that made the words seem offensive Miss Horseman sat opposite me smiling away. Miss Bullock did not speak, but seemed more depressed than ever. At length, Miss Horseman and Mrs. Bullock got to a war of innuendos, which were completely unintelligible to me, and I was very much displeased with my situation. While at the bottom of the table, Mr. Morgan and Mr. Bullock

were making the young ones laugh most heartily. Part of the joke was Mr. Morgan's insisting upon making tea at that end, and Sophie and Helen were busy contriving every possible mistake for him. I thought honour was a very good thing, but merriment are better. Here was I in the place of distinction, hearing nothing but cross words. At last the time came for us to go home. As the evening was damp, the seats in the shepherds. Rayses were the best and most to be desired, and now Sophie offered to go in the cart, only she seemed anxious, and so was I, that Walter should be secured from the effects of the white wreaths of fog rolling up from the valley. But the little violent affectionate fellow would not be separated from Sophie.

She made a nest for him on her knee in one corner of the cart, and covered him with her own shawl. I hoped that he would take no harm. Miss Tompkinson, Mr. Bullock, and some of the young ones walked, but I seemed chained to the windows of the chaise, for Miss Caroline begged me not to leave her, as she was dreadfully afraid of robbers, and Mrs. Bullock implored me to see that the man did not overturn them in the bad roads, as he had certainly had too much to drink.

I became so irritable before a little bit of a man. I reached home that I thought it was the most disagreeable day of pleasures I had ever had, and could hardly bear to answer Mrs. Rose's never-ending questions. She told me, however, that from my account the day was so charming that she thought she should relax in the rigor of her seclusion and mingle a little more in the society of which I gave so tempting a description. She really thought her dear Mr. Rose would have wished it, and his will should be law to her after his death as it had ever been during his life in compliance therefore with his wishes she would even do a little violence to her own feelings

she was very good and kind not merely attentive to everything which she thought could conduce to my comfort but willing to take any trouble in providing the broths and nourishing food which i often found it convenient to order under the name of kitchen physic for my poorer patience, and I rarely did not see the use of her shutting herself up in mere compliance with an etiquette when she began to wish to mix in the little quiet society of Dunkham. Accordingly I urged her to begin to visit, and even, when applied to, as to what I imagined the late Mr. Rose's wishes on that subject would have been, answered for that worthy gentleman, and assured his widow, that I was convinced he would have regretted deeply her giving way to immoderate grief, and would have been rather grateful than otherwise at seeing

her endeavour to divert her thoughts by a few quiet visits. She cheered up, and said, as I rarely thought so, she would sacrifice her own inclinations, and accept the very next invitation that came. End of Section 3 Section 4 of Mr. Harrison's Confessions by Elizabeth Gaskell. This Librevox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Noel Badrian Chapter 7

I was roused from my sleep in the middle of the night by a messenger from the vicarage. Little Walter had got the croup and Mr. Morgan had been sent for into the country. I dressed myself hastily and went through the quiet little street. There was a light burning upstairs at the vicarage. It was in the nursery. The servant who opened the door the instant I knocked

was crying sadly and could hardly answer my inquiries as I went up the stairs two steps at a time to see my little favourite. The nursery was a great place, large room. At the farther end it was lighted by a common candle, which left the other end where the door was in shade. So I suppose the nurse did not see me come in, for she was speaking very crossly. "'Miss Sophie,' said she, "'I told you over and over again it was not fit for him to go, with the hoarseness that he had, and you would take him. It will break your papa's heart,

I know, but it's none of my doing.' whatever sophie felt she did not speak in answer to this she was on her knees by the warm bath in which the little fellow was struggling to get his breath with a look of terror on his face that i have often noticed in young children when smitten by a sudden and violent illness It seems as if they recognize something infinite and invisible at whose bidding the pain and the anguish come from which no love can shield them. It is a very heart-rending look to observe because it comes on the faces of those who are too young to receive comfort from the words of faith or the promises of religion. Walter had his arms tightly round Sophie's neck, as if she, hitherto his paradise angel, could save him from the dread shadow of death. Yes, of death. I knelt down by him on the other side and examined him. The very robustness of his little frame gave violence to the disease, which is always one of the most fearful by which children of his age can be attacked.

don't tremble watty said sophie in a soothing tone it's mr harrison darling who let you ride on his horse i could detect the quivering in the voice which she tried to make so calm and soft to quiet the little fellow's fears we took him out of the bath and i went for leeches while i was away mr morgan came he loved the vicarage children as if he were their uncle but he stood still and aghast at the sight of Walter, so lately bright and strong, and now hurrying alone to the awful change, to the silent, mysterious land, where, tended and cared for as he had been on earth, he must go alone. The little fellow, the darling. We applied the leeches to his throat. He resisted at first, but Sophie, god bless her put the agony of her grief on one side and thought only of him and began to sing the little songs he loved we were all still the gardener had gone to fetch the vicar but he was twelve miles off and we doubted if he would come in time

i don't know if they had any hope but the first moment mr morgan's eyes met mine i saw that he like me had none the ticking of the house clock sounded through the dark quiet house walter was sleeping now with the black leeches yet hanging to his fair white throat still sophie went on singing little alibis which she had sung under far different and happier circumstances. I remember one verse because it struck me at the time as strangely applicable. Sleep, baby, sleep. Thy rest shall angels keep.

While on the grass the lamb shall feed, and never suffer want or need. Sleep, baby, sleep. The tears were in Mr. Morgan's eyes. I do not think either he or I, could have spoken in our natural tones. But the brave girl went on, clear though low.

She stopped at last and looked up. He is better, is he not, Mr. Morgan? No, my dear, he is. He could not speak all at once. Then he said, My dear, he will be better soon. Think of your mama, my dear Miss Sophie. will be very thankful to have one of her darlings safe with her where she is.

Still, she did not cry, but she bent her head down on the little face and kissed it long and tenderly. I will go for Helen and Izzy. They will be sorry not to see him again. She rose up and went for them. Poor girls, they came in their dressing gowns with eyes dilated with sudden emotion, pale with terror, stealing softly along, as if sound could disturb him. Sophie comforted them by gentle caresses. It was over soon. Mr. Morgan was fairly crying like a child, but he thought it necessary to apologize to me for what I honoured him for. I am a little overdone by yesterday's work, sir. I have had one or two bad night. I have had one or two bad night. and they rather upset me when i was your age i was as strong and manly as any one and would have scorned to shed tears sophie came up to where we stood

Mr. Morgan, I am so sorry for Papa, how shall I tell him? She was struggling against her own grief for her father's sake. Mr. Morgan offered to await his coming home, and she seemed thankful for the proposal. I, new friend, almost stranger, might stay no longer. The street was as quiet as ever, not a shadow was changed. for it was not yet four o'clock. But during the night a soul had departed. From all I could see, and all I could learn,

the vicar and his daughter strove which should comfort the other the most. Each thought of the other's grief, each prayed for the other rather than for themselves. We saw them walking out countrywards, and we heard of them in the cottages of the poor, but it was some time before I happened to meet either of them again, and then I felt, from something indescribable in their manner towards me, that I was one of the peculiar people whom death had made dear.

That one day at the old hall had done this, I was perhaps the last person who had given the little fellow any unusual pleasure. Poor Walter! I wish I could have done more to make his short life happy. Chapter 8 There was a little lull out of respect to the vicar's grief in the visiting. It gave time to Mrs. Rose to soften down the anguish of her weeds. At Christmas, Miss Tomkinson sent out invitations for a party.

Miss Caroline had once or twice apologized to me because such an event had not taken place before. but as she said the avocations of their daily life prevented their having such little reunions except in the vacations and sure enough as soon as the holidays began came the civil little note the miss tomkinson's request the pleasure of mrs roses and mr harrison's company at tea on the evening of monday the twenty third insta tea at five o'clock mrs rose's spirits roused like a war-horse at the sound of the trumpet at this she was not of a repining disposition but i do think she believed the party-giving population of duncombe had given up inviting her as soon as she had determined to relent and accept the invitations in compliance with the late mr rose's wishes such snippings of white love ribbon as i found everywhere making the carpet untoward tidy. One day, too, unluckily, a small box was brought to me by mistake. I did not look at the direction, for I never doubted it was some hyioschymus which I was expecting from London. So I tore it open and saw inside a piece of paper with, no more grey hair in large letters upon it. I folded it up

in a hurry and sealed it afresh, and gave it to Mrs. Rose. but i could not refrain from asking her soon after if she could recommend me anything to keep my hair from turning grey adding that i thought prevention was better than cure i think she made out the impression of my seal on the paper after that for i learned that she had been crying and that she talked about there being no sympathy left in the world for her since mr rose's death and that she counted the days until she could rejoin him in the world for her since mr rose's death and that she counted the days until she could rejoin him in the better world. I think she counted the days to Miss Tompkinson's party, too. She talked so much about it. The covers were taken off Miss Tompkinson's chairs and curtains and sofas, and a great jar full of artificial flowers was placed in the centre of the table, which, as Miss Caroline told me, was all her doing as she doted on the beautiful and artistic in life. Miss Tompkinson stood, erect as a wrecked as grenadier close to the door receiving her friends and heartily shaking them by the hands as they entered.

She said she was truly glad to see them, and so she really was. We had just finished tea, and Miss Caroline had brought out a little pack of conversation cards, sheaves of slips of cardboard with intellectual or sentimental questions on one set, and equally intellectual and sentimental answers on the other. And as the answers were fit to any and older questions, you may think they were a caraculous and worish set of things. I had just been asked by Miss Caroline, can you tell what those dearest to you think of you at this present time?

And had answered, How can you expect me to reveal such a secret to the present company? when the servant announced that a gentleman a friend of mine wished to speak to me downstairs oh show him up martha show him up said miss tomkinson in her hospitality any friend of our friends is welcome said miss caroline in an insinuating tone i jumped up however thinking it might be some one on business but i was so penned in by the spider-legged table bull stuck out on every side that I could not make the haste I wished, and before I could prevent it, Martha had shown up Jack Marshland, who was on his road home for a day or two at Christmas. He came up in a hearty way, bowing to Miss Tomkinson, and explaining that he had found himself in my neighbourhood, and had come over to pass a night with me, and that my servant had directed him

where I was. His voice, loud at all time, sounded like stentors in that little room, where we all spoke in a kind of purring way. He had no swell in his tones. They were forte from the beginning. At first it seemed like the days of my youth come back again, to hear full manly speaking. I felt proud of my friend, as he thanked Miss Tompkinson for her kindness in asking him to stay the evening. By and by he came up to me, and I dare say he thought he had lowered his voice, for he looked as if speaking confidentially, while in fact the whole room might have heard him. Frank, my boy, when shall we have dinner at this good old ladies? I'm deuced hungry. Dinner? Why, we had had tea an hour ago? While he yet spoke, Martha came in with a little tray,

on which was a single cup of coffee and three slices of wafer bread and butter. His dismay and his evident submission to the decrees of fate tickled me so much that I thought he should have a further taste of the life I led from month's end to month's end, and I gave up my plan of taking him home at once, and enjoyed the anticipation of the hearty laugh we should have together at the end of the evening. I was famously punished for my own. determination.

Shall we continue our game? asked Miss Caroline, who had never relinquished her sheaf of questions. We went on questioning and answering, with little gain of information to either party. No such thing as heavy betting in this game, eh, Frank? asked Jack, who had been watching us. You don't lose ten pounds at a sitting, I guess, as you used to do at shorts. playing for love, I suppose you call it? Miss Caroline simpered and looked down. Jack was not thinking of her.

He was thinking of the days we had had at the mermaid. Suddenly he said, Where were you this day last year, Frank? I don't remember, said I. Then I'll tell you. It's the 23rd, the day you were taken up for knocking down the fellow in Longacre, and that I had to bail you.

out ready for Christmas Day. You are in more agreeable quarters tonight.' He did not intend his reminiscence to be heard, but was not in the least put out when Miss Tompkinson, with a face of dire surprise, asked, Mr. Harrison, taken up, sir? Oh, yes, ma'am, and you see it was so common an affair with him to be locked up that he can't remember the dates of his different imprisonments. he laughed heartily and so should i but that i saw the impression it made the thing was in fact simple enough and capable of easy explanation i had been made angry by seeing a great hulking fellow out of mere wantonness break the crutch from under a cripple and i struck the man more violently than i intended and down he went yelling out for the police and I had to go before the magistrate to be released.

I disdained giving this explanation at the time. It was no business of theirs what I had been doing a year ago, but still Jack might have held his tongue. However, that unruly member of his was set a-going, and he told me afterwards he was resolved to let the old ladies into a little of life, and accordingly he remembered every practical joke we had ever had, and talked and laughed and roared again. I tried to converse with Miss Caroline,

Mrs. Muntan, anyone, but Jack was the hero of the evening, and everyone was listening to him. Then he has never sent any hoaxing letters since he came here, has he? Good boy, he has turned over a new leaf. He was the deepest dog that I ever met with. such anonymous letters as he used to send. Do you remember that to Mrs. Walbrook, eh, Frank? That was too bad. The wretch was laughing all the time. No, I won't tell about it, don't be afraid.

Such a shameful hoax, laughing again. Pray do tell, I called out, for he made it seem far worse than it was. Oh, no, no, you've established a better character. I would not for the world nip your budding efforts. We'll bury the past in oblivion. I tried to tell my neighbours the story to which he alluded, but they were attracted by the merriment of Jack's manner

and did not care to hear the plain matter of fact. Then came a pause. Jack was talking almost quietly to Miss Horseman. Suddenly he called across the room, How many times have you been out with the hounds? The hedges were blind very late this year, but you must have had some good mild days since. I have never been out, said I shortly.

Never? Fee, why, I thought that was the great attraction to Dunkham. Now was he not provoking. He would condole with me and fixed the subject in the minds of everyone present. The supper trays were brought in, and there was a shuffling of situations. He and I were close together again. I say, Frank, what will you lay me that I don't clear that tray before people are ready for their second helping?

I'm as hungry as a hound. You shall have a round of beef and raw leg of mutton when we go home, only do behave yourself here. Well, for your sake, but keep you. me away from those trays or i'll not answer for myself hold me or i'll fight as the irishman said i'll go and talk to that little old lady in blue and sit with my back to those ghosts of eatables he sat down by miss caroline who would not have liked his description of her and began an earnest tolerably quiet conversation i tried to be as agreeable as i could to do away with the impression he had to do away with the impression he had to be as much a little bit of the impression he had to be an earnest tolerably quiet conversation impression he had given of me, but I found that everyone drew up a little stiffly at my approach and did not encourage me to make many remarks. In the middle of my attempts, I heard Miss Caroline beg Jack to take a glass of wine, and I saw him help himself to what appeared to be

port, but in an instant he set it down from his lip-sinks, claiming, vinegar by Jove. He made the most horribly wry face, and Miss Tompkinson came up in a severe hurry to investigate the affair. It turned out it was some black-current wine, on which she particularly piqued herself. I drank two glasses of it to ingratiate myself with her, and can testify to its sourness. I don't think she noticed my exertions. She was so much engrossed in listening to Jack's excuse for his mal-apropos observation. He told her with the gravest face that he had been a teetotler so long that he had but a confused recollection of the distinction between wine and vinegar, particularly eschewing the latter,

because it had been twice fermented, and that he had imagined Miss Caroline had asked him to take toast and water, or he should never have touched the decanter. End of Section 4. Section 5 of Mr. Harrison's Confessions by Elizabeth Gaskell. This Librevox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Noel Adrian. Chapter 9 As we were walking home, Jack said,

Lord, Frank, I've had such fun with the little lady in blue. I told her you wrote to me every Saturday, telling me the events the week. She took all in. He stopped to laugh, for he bubbled and chuckled so that he could not laugh and walk. And I told her you were deeply in love. Another laugh, and that I could not get you to tell me the name of the lady, but that she had light brown hair. In short, I drew from life and gave her an exact description of herself, and that I was most anxious to see her, and implore her to be merciful to you, for that you were a most timid, faint-hearted fellow with women. He laughed till I thought he would have fallen down. I begged her if she could guess who it was from my description.

I'll answer for it she did. I took care of that, for I said you described a mole on the left cheek in the most poetical way, saying Venus had pinched it out of envy at seeing anyone more lovely. Oh, hold me up or I shall fall, laughing and hunger make me so weak. Well, I say I begged her if she knew who your fair one could be, to implore her to save you. I said I knew one of your lungs had gone after a former unfortunate love affair, and that I could not. not answer for the other if the lady here were cruel. She spoke of a respirator, but I told her that it might do very well for the odd lung, but would it minister to a heart diseased? I really did talk fine.

I have found out the secret of eloquence. It's believing what you've got to say, and I worked myself well up with fancying you married to the little lady in blue. I got to laughing at last, angry as I had been, his impudence was irresistible. Mrs. Rose had come home in the sedan and gone to bed, and he and I sat up over the round of beef and brandy and water till two o'clock in the morning. He told me I had got quite into the professional way of mousing about a room, and mewing and purring according, as my patients were ill or worse.

well. He mimicked me and made me laugh at myself. He left early the next morning. Mr. Morgan came at his usual hour. He and Marshland would never have agreed, and I should have been uncomfortable to see two friends of mine disliking and despising each other. Mr. Morgan was ruffled, but with his deferential manner to women, he smoothed himself down before Mrs. Roe. I regretted that he had not been able to come to Miss Tompkinson's the evening before, and consequently had not seen her in the society she was so well calculated to adorn. But when we were by ourselves, he said, I was sent for to Mrs. Muntons this morning, the old spasms.

May I ask what is the story she tells me about? About prison, in fact. I trust, sir, she has made some little mistake, and that you never were, that it is an unfounded report. He could not get it out, that you were in Newgate for three months. I burst out laughing. The story had grown like a mushroom indeed. Mr. Morgan looked grave. I told him the truth. Still he looked grave. I've no doubt, sir, that you acted rightly, but it has an awkward sound. I imagined from your hilarity just now that there was no foundation whatever for the story.

Unfortunately, there is. I was only a night at the police station. I would go there again for the same cause, sir. Very fine spirit, sir, quite like Don Quote. But don't you see, you might as well have been to the hulks at once? No, sir, I don't. Take my word. Before long, the story will have grown to that.

However, we won't anticipate evil. Menskonsky are recti, you remember, is the great thing. The part I regret is that it may require some short time to overcome a little prejudice which the story may excite. against you. However, we won't dwell on it. Men's conskiarecti. Don't think about it, sir. It was clear he was thinking a good deal about it. Chapter 10. Two or three days before this time, I had had an invitation from the Bullocks to dine with them on Christmas Day. Mrs. Rose was going to spend the week with friends in the town where she formerly lived, and I had had a invitation from the bullocks to dine with them on Christmas Day.

had been pleased at the notion of being received into a family, and of being a little with Mr. Bullock, who struck me as a bluff good-hearted fellow. But this Tuesday before Christmas day there came an invitation from the vicar to dine there. There were to be only their own family and Mr. Morgan. Only their own family. It was getting to be all the world to me. I was in a passion with myself for having been so ready to accept Mr. Bullock's invitation, coarse and ungentlemanly as he was, with his wife airs of pretension and Miss Bullock's stupidity. I turned it over in my mind. No, I could not have a bad headache, which should prevent me going to the place I did not care for, and yet leave me at liberty to go where I wished.

All I could do was to join the Vicarage girls after church, and walk by their side in a long country ramble. They were quiet, not sad exactly, but it was evident that the thought of Walter was in their minds on this day. We went through a copse where there were a good number of evergreens planted as covers for game. The snow was on the ground, but the sky was clear and bright, and the sun glittered. on the smooth holly leaves. Lizzie asked me to gather her some of the very bright red berries, and she was beginning a sentence with,

do you remember? When Ellen said, hush, and looked towards Sophie, who was walking a little apart, and crying softly to herself. There was evidently some connection between Walter and the holly berries, for Lizzie threw them away at once

when she saw Sophie, Sophie's tears. Soon we came to a style which led to an open, breezy common, half-covered with gorse. I helped the little girls over it and set them to run down the slope. But I took Sophie's arm in mine, and though I could not speak, I think she knew how I was feeling for her. I could hardly bear to bid her goodbye at the Vicarage gate. It seemed as if I ought to go in and spend the day with her.

chapter eleven i vented my ill-humour in being late for the bullock's dinner there were one or two clerks towards whom mr bullock was patronizing and pressing mrs bullock was decked out in extraordinary finery miss bullock looked plainer than ever but she had on some old gown or other i think for i heard mrs bullock tell her she was always making a figure of herself i began to-day to suspect that the the mother would not be sorry if I took a fancy to the stepdaughter. I was again placed near her at dinner, and when the little ones came into dessert I was made to notice how fond of children she was, and indeed when one of them nestled to her, her face did brighten. But the moment she caught this loud whispered remark, the gloom came back again, with something even of anger in her look, and she was quite sullen and obstinate when urged to sing in the drawing-room. Mrs. Bullock turned to me. Some young ladies won't sing unless they are asked by gentlemen.

She spoke very crossly. If you ask Jemima, she will probably sing. To oblige me, it is evidence she will not. I thought the singing, when we got it, would probably be a great bore. However, I did as I was bid, and went with my request to the young lady, who was sitting a little apart. She looked up at me with eyes full of tears, and said in a decided tone, which if I had not seen her eyes, I should have said was as cross as her mamas. No, sir, I will not. She got up and left the room. I expected to hear Mrs. Bullock abuse her for her obstinacy.

Instead of that she began to tell me of the money that had been spent on her education of what each separate accomplishment had cost. She was timid, she said, but very musical. Wherever her future home might be, there would be no want for music. She went on praising her till I hated her. If they thought I was going to marry that great lubberly girl, they were mistaken. him. Mr. Bullock and the clerks came up, he brought out Liebeg and called me to him. I can understand a good deal of this agricultural chemistry, said he, and have put it in practice. Without much success hitherto, I confess, but these unconnected letters puzzle me a little.

I suppose they have some meaning, or else I should say it was mere bookmaking to put them in. I think they give the page a very ragged appearance, said Mrs. Bullock, who had joined us. I inherit a little of my late father's taste for books, and must say I like to see a good type, a broad margin, and an elegant binding. My father despised variety. How he would have held up his hands aghast at the cheap literature of these times. He did not require many books, but he would have twenty editions of those that he had, and he paid more for binding than he did for the books themselves. But elegance was everything with him. He would not have admitted your Liebeg, Mr. Bullock, neither the nature of

the subject, nor the common type, nor the common way in which your book is got up would have suited him. Go and make tea, my dear, and leave Mr. Harrison and me to talk over a few of these manures. We settled to it. I explained the meaning of the symbols and the doctrine of chemical equivalents. At last he said, Doctor, you are giving me too strong a dose of it at one time. Let's have a small quantity taken, HOD. That's professional, as Mr. Morgan would call it. Come in and call when you have leisure and give me a lesson in my alphabet. Of all you've been telling me, I can only remember that C means carbon and O oxygen. And I see one must know the meaning of all these confounded letters

before one can do much good with Liebeg. We dine at three, said Mrs. Bullock. There will always be a knife and fork for Mr. Harrison. Bullock, don't confine your invitation to the evening. Why, you see, I've a nap always after dinner, so I could not be learning chemistry then. Don't be so selfish, Mr. B. Think of the pleasure Jemima and I shall have in Mr. Harrison's society.

I put a stop to the discussion by saying I would come in the evenings occasionally and give Mr. Bullock a lesson, but that my professional duties occupied me invariably until that time. I liked Mr. Bullock. He was simple and shrewd, and to be with a man was a relief, after all the feminine society I went through every day. Chapter 12 The next morning I met Miss Horseman. So you dined at Mr. Bullock's yesterday, Mr. Harrison?

Quite a family party, I hear. They are quite charmed with you and your knowledge of chemistry. Mr. Bullock told me so in Hodgson's shop just now. Miss Bullock is a nice girl, eh, Mr. Harrison? She looked sharply at me. Of course, whatever I thought, I could do nothing but a cent. A nice little fortune, too. Three thousand pounds, consoles from her own mother.

What did I care? She might have three million for me. I had begun to think a good deal about money, though, but not in connection with her. I had been doing up our books ready to send out our Christmas bills, and had been wondering how far the vicar would consider three hundred a year with a prospect of increase would justify me in thinking of Sophie. Think of her I could not help, and the more I thought of how good and sweet and pretty she was, the more I felt that she ought to have far more than I could offer. Besides, my father was a shopkeeper, and I saw the vicar had a sort of respect for family. I determined to try and be very attentive to my profession.

I was as civil as could be to everyone, and wore the nap off the brim of my hat by taking it off so often. I had my eyes open to every glimpse of Sophie. I am overstocked with gloves now that I bought at that time. by way of making errands into the shops where I saw her black gown. I bought pounds upon pounds of arrowroot till I was tired of the eternal arrowroot pudding Mrs. Rose gave me. I asked her if she could not make bread of it, but she seemed to think that would be expensive,

so I took to soap as a safe purchase. I believe soap improves by keeping. Chapter 13 the more i knew of mrs rose the better i liked her she was sweet and kind and motherly and we never had any rubs i hurt her once or twice i think by cutting her short in her long stories about mr rose but i found out that when she had plenty to do she did not think of him quite so much so i expressed a wish for corraza shirts and in the puzzle of devising how they were to be cut out she forgot Mr. Rose for some time. I was still more pleased by her way about some legacy her elder brother left her.

I don't know the amount, but it was something handsome, and she might have set up housekeeping for herself, but instead she told Mr. Morgan, who repeated it to me, that she should continue with me as she had quite an elder sister's interest in me. The country young lady, Miss Tyrell, returned to Miss Tomkinson's after the holidays.

She had an enlargement of the tonsils which required to be frequently touched with Kostick, so I often called to see her. Miss Caroline always received me, and kept me talking in her washed-out style, after I had seen my patient. One day she told me she thought she had a weakness about the heart, and would be glad if I would bring my stethoscope the next time, which I accordingly did. And while I was on my knees listening to the pulsations, one of the young ladies came in. She said,

Oh dear, I never, I beg your pardon, ma'am, and scuttled out. There was not much the matter with Miss Caroline's heart, a little feeble in action or so, a mere matter of weakness and general languor. When I went down, I saw two or three of the girls peeping out of the half-closed schoolroom door, but they shut it immediately, and I heard them laughing. The next time I called, Miss Tomkinson was sitting in state to receive me. Miss Tyrell's throat does not seem to make much progress. Do you understand the case, Mr. Harrison, or should we have further advice?

I think Mr. Morgan would probably know more about it. I assured her it was the simplest thing in the world, that it always implied a little torpor in the Constitution, and that we preferred working through the system, which of course was a slow process, and that the medicine the young lady was taking, iodide of iron, was sure to be successful, although the progress would not be rapid.

She bent her head and said, it might be so but she confessed she had more confidence in medicines which had some effect she seemed to expect me to tell her something but i had nothing to say and accordingly i bade good-bye somehow miss tomkinson always managed to make me feel very small by a succession of snubbings and whenever i left her i had always to comfort myself under her contradictions by sea saying to myself, her saying it is so does not make it so, or I invented good retorts which I might have made to her brusque speeches if I had but thought of them at the right time. But it was provoking that I had not had the presence of mind to recollect them just when they were wanted. End of Section 5. Section 6 of Mr. Harrison's Confessions by Elizabeth Gaskell This Librevox recording is in the public domain.

Recording by Noel Badrian Chapter 14 On the whole things went on smoothly. Mr. Holden's legacy came in just about this time, and I felt quite rich. Five hundred pounds would furnish the house, I thought, when Mrs. Rose left and Sophie came. I was delighted to, to imagine, that Sophie perceived the difference of my manner to her

from what it was to anyone else, and that she was embarrassed and shy in consequence, but not displeased with me for it. All were so flourishing that I went about on wings instead of feet. We were very busy without having anxious cares. My legacy was paid in my legacy was paid in. to Mr. Bullock's hands, who united a little banking business to his profession of law. In return for his advice about investments, which I never meant to take, having a more charming, if less profitable mode in my head, I went pretty frequently to teach him his agricultural

chemistry. I was so happy in Sophie's blushes that I was universally benevolent, and desirous of giving pleasure to everyone. I went at Mrs. Bullock's general invitation to dinner there one day unexpectedly, but there was such a fuss of ill-concealed preparation consequent upon my coming, that I never went again. Her little boy came in, with an audibly given message from the cook to ask, if this was the gentleman as she was to send in the best dinner service and dessert for. i looked deaf but determined never to go again miss bullock and i meanwhile became rather friendly we found out that we mutually disliked each other and were contented with the discovery if people are worth anything this sort of non-liking is a very good beginning of friendship every good quality is revealed naturally and slowly and is a pleasant surprise

i found out that miss bullock was sensible and even sweet-tempered when not irritated by her step-mothers endeavours to show her off but she would sulk for hours after mrs bullock's offensive praise of her good points and i never saw such a black passion as she went into when she suddenly came into the room when mrs bullock was telling me of all the offers she had had my legacy made me feel up to extravagance i scoured the country for a glorious nosegay of camellias which i sent to sophy on valentine's day i durst not add a line but i wished the flowers could speak and tell her how I loved her. I called on Miss Tyrell that day. Miss Caroline was more simpering and affected than ever, and full of allusions to the day. Do you affix much sincerity of meaning

to the little gallantries of this day, Mr. Harrison? asked she in a languishing tone. I thought of my camellias, and how my heart had gone with them into Sophie's keeping, and I told her I thought, one might often take advantage of such a time to hint at feelings one dared not fully express. I remembered afterwards the forced display she made after Miss Tyrol left a room of a Valentine, but I took no notice at the time. My head was full of Sophie.

It was on that very day that John Brownker, the gardener to all of us who had small gardens to keep in order, fell down and injured his wrist severely. I don't give you the details of the case because they would not interest you, being too technical. If you have any curiosity, you will find them in the Lancet of August in that year. We all liked John,

and this accident was felt like a town's misfortune. The gardens, too, just wanted doing up. Both Mr. Morgan and I went directly to him. It was a very awkward case, and his wife and children were crying sadly. He himself was in great distress at being thrown out of work. He begged us to do something that would cure him speedily, as he could not afford to be laid up with six children depending on him for Brad. We did not say much before him, but we both thought the arm would have to come off, and it was his right arm. We talked it over when we came out of the cottage. Mr. Morgan had no doubt of the

necessity. I went back at dinner-time to see the poor fellow. He was feverish and anxious. He had caught up some expression of Mr. Morgan's in the morning and had guessed the measures we had in contemplation. He bade his wife leave the room and spoke to me by myself. If you please please, sir, I'd rather be done for at once, than have my arm taken off, and be a burden to my family. I'm not afraid of dying, but I could not stand being a cripple for life, eating bread, and not able to earn it. The tears were in his eyes with earnestness. I had all along been more doubtful about the necessity of the amputation than Mr. Morgan. I knew the improved treatment in such cases. In his days there was much more of the rough and ready

in surgical practice, so I gave the poor fellow some hope. In the afternoon I met Mr. Bullock. So you're to try your hand at an amputation to-morrow, I hear. Poor John Brownker. I used to tell him he was not careful enough about his ladders. Mr. Morgan is quite excited about it. He asked me to be present and see how well a man from guys could operate. He says he is sure you'll do it beautifully. Pa, no such sights for me, thank you. Raddy, Mr. Bullock, went a shade or too paler at the thought. Curious how professionally a man views these things. Here's Mr. Morgan, who has been all along as proud of you as if you were his own son, absolutely rubbing his hands at the idea of this crowning glory, this feather in your cap. He told me just now he knew he had always

been too nervous to be a good operator, and had therefore preferred sending for White from Chesterton. But now anyone might have a serious accident who liked, for you would always be at hand. I told Mr. Bullock, I really thought we might avoid the amputation, but his mind was preoccupied with the idea of it, and he did not care to listen to me. The whole town was full of it. That is a charm in a little town. Everybody is so sympathetically full of the same events. Even Miss Horseman stopped me to ask after John Brownner with interest, but she threw cold water upon my intention of saving the arm. As for the wife and family, we'll take care of them. Think what a fine opportunity you have of showing off,

Mr. Harrison. That was just like her, always ready with her suggestions of ill-natured or interested motives. Mr. Morgan heard my proposal of a mode of treatment by which I thought it possible that the arm might be saved. I differ from you, Mr. Harrison, said he. I regret it, but I differ in toto from you. Your kind heart deceives you in this instance. There is no doubt that amputation must take place, not later than to-morrow morning, I should say. I have made myself at liberty to attend upon you, sir. I shall be happy to officiate as your assistant. Time was when I should have been proud to be principal, but a little trembling in my arm incapacitates me. I urged my reasons upon him again, but he was obstinate. He had, in fact, boasted so much of my acquirements

as an operator that he was unwilling I should lose this opportunity of displaying my skill. He could not see that there would be greater skill evinced in saving the arm, nor did I think of this at the time. I grew angry at his old-fashioned narrow-mindedness as I thought it, and I became dogged in my resolution to adhere to my own course. We parted very coolly, and I went straight off to John Brownner to tell him I believed that I could save the arm if he would refuse to have it amputated. When I caunt myself a little, before going in and speaking to him, I could not help acknowledging that we should run some risk of locked jaw. But on the whole, and after giving most earnest conscientious thought to the case, I was sure that my mode of treatment would be best.

He was a sensible man. I told him the difference of opinion that existed between Mr. Morgan and myself. I said there might be some little risk attending the non-amputation, but that I should guard against it, and I trusted that I should be able to preserve his arm. Under God's blessing, said he reverently. i bowed my head i don't like to talk too frequently of the dependence which i always felt on that holy blessing as to the result of my efforts but i was glad to hear that speech of john's because it showed a calm and faithful heart and i had almost certain hopes of him from that time we agreed that he should tell mr morgan the reason of his objections to the amputation and his reliance on my opinion i determined to recur to every book i had relating to such cases and to convince mr morgan if i could of my wisdom And luckily, I found out afterwards, that he had met Miss Horseman in the time that intervened before I saw him again at his own house that evening, and she had more than hinted that I shrunk from performing the operation, for very good reasons, no doubt.

She had heard that the medical students in London were a bad set, and were not remarkable for regular attendance in the hospitals. She might be mistaken, but she thought it was, perhaps, quite as well poor John Brunker had not his arm cut off by— Was there not such a thing as mortification coming on after a clumsy operation? It was perhaps only a choice of deaths. Mr. Morgan had been stung at all this. Perhaps I did not speak quite respectfully enough. I was a good deal excited. we only got more and more angry with each other though he to do him justice was as civil as could be all the time thinking that thereby he concealed his vexation and disappointment he did not try to conceal his anxiety about poor john

i went home weary and dispirited i made up and took the necessary applications to john and promising to return with the dawn of day i would fain have stayed but i did not wish him to be alarmed about himself i went home and resolved to sit up and study the treatment of similar cases mrs rose knocked at the door come in said i sharply she said she had seen i had something on my mind all day and she could not go to bed without asking if there was nothing she could do she was good and kind and i could not help telling her a little of the truth she listened pleasantly and i shook her warmly by the hand thinking that though she might not be very wise her good heart made her worth a dozen keen sharp hard people like miss horseman when i went at daybreak i saw john's wife for a few minutes outside the door she seemed to wish her husband her husband her husband her had been in Mr. Morgan's hands rather than mine, but she gave me as good an account as I dared to hope for of the manner in which her husband had passed the night. This was confirmed by my own examination. When Mr. Morgan and I visited him together later on in the day, John said what we had

agreed upon the day before, and I told Mr. Morgan openly that it was by my advice that amputation was declined. He did not speak to me till we had left the house. Then he said, Now, sir, from this time, I consider this case entirely in your hands. Only remember the poor fellow has a wife and six children. In case you come round to my opinion,

remember that Mr. White could come over as he has done before for the operation. So, Mr. Morgan believed I have, declined operating because I felt myself incapable. Very well. I was much mortified. An hour after we parted I received a note to this effect. Dear sir, I will take the long round today

to leave you at liberty to attend to Bramker's case, which I feel to be a very responsible one. J. Morgan This was kindly done. I went back as soon as I could. to John's cottage. While I was in the inner room with him, I heard the Miss Tompkinson's voices outside. They had called to inquire. Miss Tompkinson came in, and evidently was poking and snuffling about. Mrs. Browker told her that I was within, and within I resolved to be till they had gone.

What is this close smell? asked she. I am afraid you are not cleanly. Cheese? Cheese in this cupboard? No wonder there is an unpleasant smell. Don't you know how particular you should be about being clean when there is illness about? Mrs. Brownker was exquisitely clean in general, and was piqued at these remarks. If you please, ma'am, I could not leave John yesterday to do any housework, and Jenny put the dinner things away. She is but eight years old. But this did not satisfy Miss Tomkinson, who was evidently pursuing the course of her observations. Fresh butter, I declare. Well, now, Mrs. Browker, do you know I don't allow myself fresh butter at this time of the year? How can you save, indeed, with such extravagance?

Please, ma'am, answered Mrs. Browker. You'd think it's strange if I was to take such liberties in your house as you are taking here. I expected to hear a sharp answer. No. Miss Tompkinson liked true plain speaking. The only person in whom she would tolerate roundabout ways of talking was her sister. Well, that's true, she said. Still, you must not be above taking advice.

Fresh butter is extravagant at this time of the year. However, you're a good kind of woman. and i have a great respect for john send jenny for some broth as soon as he can take it come caroline we have got to go on to williams's but miss caroline said that she was tired and would rest where she was till miss tomkinson came back i was a prisoner for some time i found when she was alone with mrs brownker she said you must not be hurt by my sister's abrupt manner she means well she has not much imagination or sympathy, and cannot understand the distraction of mind produced by the illness of a worshipped husband. I could hear the loud sigh of commiseration which followed this speech. Mrs. Brunker said,

Please, ma'am, I don't worship my husband. I would not be so wicked. Goodness, you don't think it wicked, do you? For my part, if— I should worship. I should adore him. I thought she need not imagine such improbable cases. But sturdy Mrs. Browker said again,

I hope I know my duty better. I've not learnt my commandments for nothing. I know whom I ought to worship. Just then the children came in, dirty and unwashed, I have no doubt, and now Miss Caroline's real nature peeped out. She spoke sharply to them. and asked them if they had no men as little pigs as they were to come brushing against her silk gown in that way.

She sweetened herself again, and was as sugary as love when Miss Tompkinson returned for her, accompanied by one whose voice, like winds in summer sighing, I knew to be my dear sophies. She did not say much, but what she did say, and the manner in which she spoke, was tender and compassionate in the highest degree and she came to take the four little ones back with her to the vicarage in order that they might be out of their mother's way the older two might help at home she offered to wash their hands and faces and when i emerged from my inner chamber after the miss tomkinsons had left i found her with a chubby child on her knees bubbling and sputtering against her white wet hand with a face bright rosy and merry under the operation just as i came in she said to him there jemmy now i can kiss you with this nice clean face she coloured when she saw me i liked her speaking and i liked her silence she was silent now and i loved all the better

i gave my directions to mrs brownker and hastened to overtake sophy and the children but they had gone round by the lanes i suppose for i saw nothing of them i was very anxious about the case at night i went again miss horseman had been there i believe she was really kind among the poor but she could not help leaving a sting behind her everywhere she had been frightening mrs brownker about her husband and been i have no doubt expressing her doubts of my skill for mrs brownker began oh please sir if you'll only let mr morgan take off his arm i will never think the worse of you for not being able to do it i told her it was from no doubt of my own competency to perform the operation that i wished to save the arm but that he himself was anxious to her to her have it spared. I, bless him, he frets about not earning enough to keep us if he's crippled. But, sir, I don't care about that. I would work my fingers to the bone, and so would the children. I'm sure we'd be proud to do for him and keep him. God bless him. It would be far better to have him only with one arm than to have him in the churchyard. Miss Horseman says,

"'Confound Miss Horseman,' said I. "'Thank you, Mr. Harrison,' said her well-known voice behind me. "'She had come out, dark as it was, "'to bring some old linen to Mrs. Brownker, "'for, as I said before, "'she was very kind to all the poor people of Dunkham. "'I beg your pardon, "'for I really was sorry for my speech,

"'or rather that she had heard it. there is no occasion for any apology she replied drawing herself up and pinching her lips into a very venomous shape john was doing pretty well but of course the danger of locked jaw was not over before i left his wife entreated me to take off the arm she wrung her hands in her passionate entreaty spare him to me mr harrison she implored miss horseman stood by It was mortifying enough, but I thought of the power which was in my hands, as I firmly believed, of saving the limb, and I was inflexible. You cannot think how pleasantly Mrs. Rose's sympathy came in on my return. To be sure she did not understand one word of the case, which I detailed to her, but she listened with interest, and, as long as she held her tongue, I was to her. I thought she was really taking it in. But her first remark was as melapropos as could be. You are anxious to save the tibia.

I see completely how difficult that will be. My late husband had a case exactly similar, and I remember his anxiety. But you must not distress yourself too much, my dear Mr. Harrison. I have no doubt it will end well. I knew she had no great. grounds for this assurance, and yet it comforted me.

However, as it happened, John did fully as well as I could hope. Of course he was long in rallying his strength, and, indeed, C. Air was evidently so necessary for his complete restoration, that I accepted with gratitude Mrs. Rose's proposal of sending him to Highport for a fortnight or three weeks. Her kind generosity in this matter may be more desirous than ever of paying her every mark of respect and attention. End of Section 6 Section 7 of Mr. Harrison's Confessions by Elizabeth Gaskell.

This Librevox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Noel Badrian Chapter 15 About this time there was a sale at Ash Meadow, a pretty house in the neighbourhood of Duncan. It was likewise an easy walk, and the spring days tempted many people thither, who had no intention of buying anything,

but who liked the idea of rambling through the woods, gay with early primroses and wild daffodils, and of seeing the gardens and house, which till now had been shut up from the ingress of the townspeople. Mrs. Rose had planned to go, but an unlucky cold prevented her. She begged me to bring her a very particular account, saying she delighted in details

and always questioned the late Mr. Rose as to the side dishes of the dinners to which she went. The late Mr. Rose's conduct was always held up as a model to me, by the way. I walked to Ashmedo, pausing or loitering with different parties of townspeople, all bound in the same direction. At last I found the vicar and Sophie, and with them I stayed.

I sat by Sophie and talked and listened. A sale is a very pleasant gathering after all. The auctioneer in a country place is privileged to joke from his rostrum, and having a personal knowledge of most of the people can sometimes make a very keen hit at their circumstances and turned the laugh against them. For instance, on the present occasion,

there was a farmer present with his wife, who was notoriously the grey mare. The auctioneer was selling some horsecloths and called out to recommend the article to her, telling her, with a knowing look at the company, that they would make her a dashing pair of trousers if she was in want of such an article. She drew herself up with dignity

and said, Come, John, we've had enough of these. Whereupon there was a burst of laughter, and in the midst of it, John meekly followed his wife out of the place. The furniture in the sitting-room was, I believe, very beautiful, but I did not notice it much. Suddenly I heard the auctioneer speaking to me,

Mr. Harrison, won't you give me a bid for this table? It was a very pretty little, table of walnutwood. I thought it would go into my study very well, so I gave him a bid. I saw Miss Horseman bidding against me, so I went off with full force, and at last it was knocked down to me. The auctioneer smiled and congratulated me. A most useful present for Mrs. Harrison when that lady comes. Everybody laughed. They like a joke about marriage. It is so easy of comprehension. But the table which I had thought was for writing turned out to be a work-table, scissors and thimble complete. No wonder I looked foolish. Sophie was not looking at me. That was

one comfort. She was busy arranging a nosegay of wooden enemy and wild sorrel. Miss Horstman came up with her curious eyes. I had no idea things were far enough advanced for you to be purchasing a work-table, Mr. Harrison. I laughed off my awkwardness. Did not you, Miss Horstman, you are very much behind-hand. You have not heard of my piano, then? No, indeed, said she, half-uncertain whether I was serious or not. Then it seems there is nothing wanting but the lady. Perhaps she may not be wanting either, said I, for I wish to perpetuate a

her keen curiosity. Chapter 16 When I got home from my round, I found Mrs. Rose in some sorrow. Miss Horseman called after you left, said she. Have you heard how John Brownker is at Highport? Very well, replied I. I called on his wife just now,

and she had just got a letter from him. She had been anxious about him, for she had not heard for a week. however all's right now and she has pretty well of work at mrs muntins as her servant is ill oh they'll do never fear at mrs muntins oh that accounts for it then she is so deaf and makes such blunders accounts for what asked i oh perhaps i had better not tell you hesitated mrs rose yes tell me at once i beg your pardon but i hate mysteries you are so like my poor dear mr rose he used to speak to me in just that sharp cross way it is only that miss horseman called she had been making a collection for john brownker's widow and but the man's alive, said I. So it seems, but Mrs. Muntan had told her that he was dead, and she has got Mr. Morgan's name down at the head of the list, and Mr. Bullocks.

Mr. Morgan and I had got into a short, cool way of speaking to each other ever since we had differed so much about the treatment of Branker's arm, and I had heard once or twice of his shakes of the head over John's case. He would not have spoken against my method for the world, and fancied that he concealed his fears. Miss Horseman is very ill-natured, I think, sighed forth Mrs. Rose. I saw that something had been said of which I had not heard, for the mere fact of collecting money for the widow was good-natured whoever did it. So I asked quietly what she had said. Oh, I don't know if I should tell you.

I only know she made me cry, for I am not well, and I can't bear to hear anyone I live with abused. Come, this was pretty plain. What did Miss Horseman say of me? asked I, half laughing, for I knew there was no love lost between us. Oh, she only said she wondered you could go to sales and spend your money there, when your ignorance had made Jane Brinker a widow and her children fatherless. Pooh, Po, John's alive, and likely to live as long as you or I,

thanks to you, Mrs. Rose. When my work-table came home, Mrs. Rose was so struck with its beauty and completeness, and I was so much obliged to her for her identification of my interests with hers and the kindness of her whole conduct about John that I begged her to accept of it. she seemed very much pleased and after a few apologies she consented to take it and placed it in the most conspicuous part of the front parlour where she usually sat

there was a good deal of morning calling in duncombe after the sale and during this time the fact of john's being alive was established to the conviction of all except miss horseman who i believe still doubted i myself told mr Morgan, who immediately went to reclaim his money, saying to me that he was thankful of the information. He was truly glad to hear it, and he shook me warmly by the hand for the first time in a month. Chapter 17 A few days after the sale I was in the consulting room. The servant must have left the folding doors a little ajar, I think. Mrs. Muntan came to call on Mrs. Rose.

and the former being deaf i heard all the speeches of the latter lady as she was obliged to speak very loudly in order to be heard she began this is a great pleasure mrs muntin so seldom as you are well enough to go out mumble mumble mumble through the door oh very well thank you take the seat and then you can admire my new work-table ma'am a present from mr harrison mumble mumble who could have told you ma'am miss horseman oh yes i showed it miss horseman mumble mumble mumble i don't quite understand you ma'am mumble mumble i'm not blushing i believe i really am quite in the dark as to what you mean mumble mumble oh yes mr harrison and i are most comfortable together he reminds me so of my dear mr rose just as fidgety and anxious in his profession. Mumble, mumble. I am sure you are joking now, ma'am. Then I heard a pretty loud,

Oh, no, mumble, mumble, mumble for a long time. Did he really? Well, I'm sure I don't know. I should be sorry to think he was doomed to be unfortunate in so serious an affair, but you know my undying regard for the late Mr. Rose. Another long mumble You're very kind, I'm sure Mr Rose always thought more of my happiness than his own

A little crying But the turtle dove has always been my ideal, ma'am Mumble Mumble No one could have been happier than I As you say it is a compliment to matrimony Mumble Oh, but you must not repeat such a thing Mr. Harrison would not like it.

He can't bear to have his affairs spoken about. Then there was a change of subject, an inquiry after some poor person, I imagine. I heard Mrs. Rose say, She has got a mucus membrane, I'm afraid, ma'am. A commiserating mumble. Not always fatal, I believe. Mr. Rose knew some cases that lived for years

after it was discovered that they had a mucus membrane, brain? A pause. Then Mrs. Rose spoke in a different turn. Are you sure, ma'am, there is no mistake about what he said? Mumble. Pray don't be so observant, Mrs. Muntan. You find out too much. One can have no little secrets. The call broke up, and I heard Mrs. Muntan say in the passage, I wish you joy, ma'am, with all my heart. There's no use denying it, for I've seen all along what would happen. When I went in to dinner, I said to Mrs. Rose, You've had Mrs. Munton here, I think. Did she bring any news?

To my surprise, she bridled and simpered, and replied, Oh, you must not ask, Mr. Harrison, such foolish reports. I did not ask, as she seemed to wish me not, and I knew there were silly reports always about. Then I think she was vexed that I did not ask. Altogether she went on so strangely that I could not help looking at her, and then she took up a hand-screen and held it between me and her. I really felt rather anxiously. Are you not feeling well, said I innocently. Oh, thank you. I believe I'm quite well, only the room is rather warm, is it not?

Let me put the blinds down for you. The sun begins to have a good deal of power. I drew down the blinds. You are so attentive, Mr. Harrison. Mr. Rose himself never did more for my little wishes than you do. I wish I could do more. I wish I could show you how much I feel. Her kindness to John Browker, I was going on to say,

but I was just then called out to a patient. Before I went I turned back and said, Take care of yourself, my dear Mrs. Rose, you had better rest a little. For your sake I will, she said tenderly. I did not care for whose sake she did it, only I really thought she was not quite well and required rest. I thought she was more affected than usual at tea-time

and could have been angry with her nonsensical ways once or twice, but that I knew the real goodness of her heart. She said she wished she had the power to sweeten my life as she could my tea. I told her what a comfort she had been all during my late time of anxiety, and then I stole out to try if I could hear the evening singing at the vicarage by standing close to the garden wall. chapter eighteen the next morning i met mr bullock by appointment to talk a little about the legacy which was paid into his hands As I was leaving his office, feeling full of my riches, I met Miss Horseman.

She smiled rather grimly and said, Oh, Mr. Harrison, I must congratulate, I believe. I don't know whether I ought to have known, but as I do, I must wish you joy, a very nice little sum, too. I always said you would have money. So she had found out my legacy, had she. well it was no secret and one likes the reputation of being a person of property accordingly i smiled and said i was much obliged to her and if i could alter the figures to my liking she might congratulate me still more she said oh mr harrison you can't have everything it would be better the other way certainly money is the great thing as you've found out the relation died most of all Opportunely, I must say.

He was no relative, said I, only an intimate friend. Dear, I'm me, I thought it had been a brother. Well, at any rate, the legacy is safe. I wished her good morning and passed on. Before long, I was sent for to Miss Tomkinson's. Miss Tompkinson sat in severe state to receive me. I went in with an air of ease because I always felt too uncomfortable. Is this true that I hear? asked she in an inquisitorial manner.

I thought she alluded to my 500 pounds, so I smiled and said that I believed it was. Can money be so great an object with you, Mr. Harrison? She asked again. I said I had never cared much for money, except as an assistant to any plan of settling in life. And then, as I did not like her severe way of treating the subject, I said that I hoped everyone was well, though of course I expected someone was ill, or I should not have been sent for. Miss Tompkinson looked very grave and sad. Then she answered, Caroline is very poorly, the old palpitations at the heart, but of course that is nothing to you.

I said I was very sorry. She had a weakness there I knew. Could I see her? I might be able to order something for her. I thought I heard Miss Tompkinson say something in a low voice about my being a heartless deceiver. Then she spoke up. I was always distrustful of you, Mr. Harrison. I never liked your looks. I begged Caroline again and again not to confide in you. I foresaw how it would end. and now I fear her precious life will be a sacrifice. I begged her not to distress herself, for in all probability there was very little the matter with her sister. Might I see her? No, she said shortly, standing up as if to dismiss me. There has been too much of the seeing and calling. By my consent you shall never see her again.

I bowed. I was annoyed, of course. such a dismissal might injure my practice just when I was most anxious to increase it. Have you no apology, no excuse to offer? I said I had done my best. I did not feel that there was any reason to offer an apology. I wished her good morning.

Suddenly she came forward. Oh, Mr. Harrison, said she, if you have really loved Caroline, do not let a little paltry money make you desert her for, another. I was struck dumb. Loved Miss Caroline? I loved Miss Tompkinson a great deal better, and yet I disliked her. She went on. I have saved nearly three thousand pounds. If you think you are too poor to marry without money, I will give it all to Caroline. I am strong and can go on working, but she is weak, and this disappointment will kill her. She sat down suddenly. She sat down suddenly.

and covered her face with her hands. Then she looked up. You are unwilling, I see. Don't suppose I would have urged you if it had been for myself, but she has had so much sorrow, and now she fairly cried aloud. I tried to explain, but she would not listen, but kept saying, leave the house, sir, leave the house, but I would be heard. I have never had any feelings warmer than respect for Miss Caroline, and I have never shown any different feeling. I never for an instant thought of making her my wife, and she has had no cause in my behaviour to imagine I entertain any such intention. This is adding insult to injury, said she. Leave the house, sir, this instant.

Chapter 19 I went, sadly enough. In a small town, such an occurrence is sure to be talked about, and to make a great deal of mischief. When I went home to dinner, I was so full of it, and foresaw so clearly that I should need some advocate soon to set the case in its right light, that I determined on making a confidant of good Mrs. Rose. I could not eat. She watched me tenderly, sighed when she saw my want of appetite. I am sure you have something on your mind, Mr. Harrison. Would it be—would it not be a relief to impart it to some sympathizing friend? It was just what I wanted to do. My dear, kind Mrs. Rose, said I. I must tell you if you will listen. She took up the fire-screen and held it as yesterday between me and her.

The most unfortunate misunderstanding has taken place. Miss Tomkinson thinks that I have been paying attention to Miss Caroline, when, in fact, may I tell you, Mrs. Rose, my affections are placed elsewhere. Perhaps you have found it out already, for indeed I thought I had been too much in love to conceal my attachment to Sophie from anyone who knew my movements as well as Mrs. Rose.

She hung down her head And said she believed she had found out my secret Then only think how miserably I am situated If I have any hope Oh, Mrs. Rose, do you think I have any hope? She put the hand-screen still more before her face And after some hesitation She said, she thought,

If I persevered, in time I might have hope, and then she suddenly got up and left the room. End of Section 7. Section 8 of Mr. Harrison's Confessions by Elizabeth Gaskell. This Libri-Vox recording is in the public domain, recording by Noel Badey. Chapter 20 That afternoon I met Mr. Bullock in the street. My mind was so full of the affair with Miss Tompkinson,

that i should have passed him without notice if he had not stopped me short and said that he must speak to me about my wonderful five hundred pounds i supposed but i did not care for that now "'What is this I hear?' said he, severely, about your engagement with Mrs. Rose. "'With Mrs. Rose,' said I, almost laughing, although my heart was heavy enough. "'Yes, with Mrs. Rose,' said he sternly. "'I'm not engaged to Mrs. Rose,' I replied. "'There is some mistake.' "'I'm glad to hear it, sir,' he answered, very glad. "'It requires some explanation, however.'

mrs rose has been congratulated and has acknowledged the truth of the report it is confirmed by many facts the work-table you bought confessing your intention of giving it to your future wife is given to her how do you account for these things sir i said i did not pretend to account for them at present a good deal was inexplicable and when i could give an explanation i did not think that i should feel my myself called upon to give it to him." "'Very well, sir, very well,' replied he, growing very red. "'I shall take care and let Mr. Morgan know the opinion I entertain of you. What do you think that a man deserves to be called who enters a family under the plea of friendship, and takes advantage of his intimacy to win the affections of the daughter, and then engages himself to another woman?'

I thought he referred to Miss Caroline. I simply said, I could only say that I was not engaged, and that Miss Tompkinson had been quite mistaken in supposing I had been paying any attentions to her sister beyond those dictated by mere civility. Miss Tompkinson, Miss Caroline, I don't understand to what you refer.

Is there another victim of your perfidy? What I allude to are the attention, intentions you have paid to my daughter, Miss Bullock. Another, I could but disclaim, as I had done in the case of Miss Caroline, but I began to be in despair. Would Miss Horseman, too, come forward as a victim to my tender affections? It was all Mr. Morgan's doing, who had lectured me into this tenderly deferential manner. But on the score of Miss Bullock, I was brave in my innocence. I had positively disliked her, and so I told her father, though in more civil and measured

terms, adding that I was sure the feeling was reciprocal. He looked as if he would like to horsewhip me. I longed to call him out. I hope my daughter has had sense enough to despise you. I hope she has, that's all. I trust my wife may be mistaken as to her feelings. So he had heard all through the. medium of his wife. That explained something, and rather calmed me. I begged he would ask

Miss Bullock if she ever thought that I had any ulterior objective in my intercourse with her, beyond mere friendliness, and not so much of that I might have added. I would refer it to her. "'Girls,' said Mr. Bullock a little more quietly, "'do not like to acknowledge that they have been deceived and disappointed, I consider my wife's testimony as likely to be nearer the truth than my daughters for that reason, and she tells me she never doubted but that, if not absolutely engaged, you understood each other perfectly. She is sure, Jemima is deeply wounded by your engagement to Mrs. Rose. Once for all, I am not engaged to anybody. Till you have seen your daughter and learnt the truth from her, I will wish you farewell. I bowed in a stiff, haughty manner,

and walked off homewards. But when I got to my own door, I remembered Mrs. Rose, and all that Mr. Bullock had said about her acknowledging the truth of the report of my engagement to her. Where could I go to be safe? Mrs. Rose, Miss Bullock, Miss Caroline, they lived, as it were, at the three points of an equilateral triangle. Here was I in the centre. I would go to Mr. Morgan's and drink tea with him. There, at any rate, I was secure from anyone wanting to marry me, and I might be as professionally bland as I liked without being misunderstood.

But there, too, a controtante awaited me. Chapter 21 Mr. Morgan was looking great. After a minute or two of humming and hoeing, he said, I have been sent for to Miss Caroline Tompkinson, Mr. Harrison. I am sorry to hear of this. I am grieved to find that there seems to have been some trifling with the affections of a very worthy lady. Miss Tompkinson, who is in sad distress, tells me that they had every reason to believe that you were attached to her sister.

May I ask if you do not intend to marry her? i said nothing was farther from my thoughts my dear sir said mr morgan rather agitated do not express yourself so strongly and vehemently it is derogatory to the sex to speak so it is more respectful to say in these cases that you do not venture to entertain a hope such a manner is generally understood and does not sound like such positive objection i cannot help it sir i must talk in my own natural manner i would not speak disrespectfully of any woman but nothing should induce me to marry miss caroline tomkinson not if she were venus herself and queen of england into the bargain i cannot understand what has given rise to the idea indeed sir i think that is very plain you have a trifling case to attend to in the house and you invariably make it a pretext for seeing and conversing with the lady that was her doing not mine said i vehemently allow me to go on you are discovered on your knees before her a positive injury to the establishment as miss tomkins's observes, a most passionate valentine is sent, and when questioned you acknowledge the sincerity of meaning which you affixed to such things. He stopped, for in his earnestness he had been talking more quickly than usual and was out of breath.

I burst in with my explanations. The valentine I knew nothing about. It is in your handwriting, said he coldly. I should be most deeply grieved to, in fact, I will not think it possible of your father's son, but I must say it is in your handwriting. I tried again, and at last succeeded in convincing him that I had been only unfortunate, not intentionally guilty of winning Miss Caroline's affections. I said that I had been endeavouring, it was true, to practice the manner he had recommended of universal sympathy, and recalled to his mind some of the advice he had given me.

He was a good deal hurried. But, my dear sir, I had no idea you would carry it out to such consequences. Philandering, Miss Tompkinson called it. That is a hard word, sir. My manner has been always tender and sympathetic, but I am not aware that I ever excited any hopes. There never was any report about me. I believe no lady has ever attached to me.

You must strive after this happy medium, sir. I was still distressed. Mr. Morgan had only heard of one, but there were three ladies, including Miss Bullock, hoping to marry me. He saw my annoyance. Don't be too much distressed about it, my dear sir. I was sure you were too honorable a man from the first.

With a conscience like yours I would defy the world. He became anxious to console me, and I was hesitating whether I would not tell him all my three dilemmas when a note was brought in to him. It was from Mrs. Munton. He threw it to me with a face of dismay. My dear Mr. Morgan, I most severely congratulation, you on the happy matrimonial engagement, I hear you have formed with Miss Tomkinson.

All previous circumstances, as I have just been remarking to Miss Horseman, combine to promise you felicity, and I wish that every blessing may attend your married life. Boast sincerely, yours Jane Munton. I could not help laughing. He had been so lately congratulating himself that no report of the kind had ever been circulated about himself. He said, Sir, this is no laughing matter, I assure you it is not. I could not resist, asking,

if I was to conclude that there was no truth in the report. Truth, sir, it's a lie from beginning to end. I don't like to speak too decidedly about any lady, and I have a great respect for Miss Tompkinson, but i do assure you sir i does soon marry one of her majesty's life-guards i would rather it would be more suitable miss tomkinson is a very worthy lady but she's a perfect grenadier he grew very nervous he was evidently insecure he thought it not impossible that miss tompkinson might come and marry him v et armis i am sure he had some dim idea of abduction in in his mind. Still, he was better off than I was, for he was in his own house, and report had only engaged him to one lady, while I stood like Paris among three contending beauties.

Truly, an apple of discord had been thrown into our little town. I suspected at the time what I know now that it was Miss Horseman's doing. Not intentionally I will do, her the justice to say, but she had shouted out the story of my behaviour to Miss Caroline up Mrs. Muntin's trumpet. And that lady, possessed with the idea that I was engaged to Mrs. Rose, had imagined the masculine pronoun to relate to Mr. Morgan, whom she had seen only that afternoon, Tate I Tate with Miss Tomkinson, condoling with her in some tender deferential manner I'll be bound. chapter twenty two i was very cowardly i positively dared not go home but at length i was obliged to go i had done all i could to console mr morgan but he refused to be comforted

i went at last i rang at the bell i don't know who opened the door but i think it was mrs rose i kept a handkerchief to my face and muttering something about having a dreadful tooth I flew up to my room and bolted the door. I had no candle, but what did that signify? I was safe. I could not sleep, and when I did fall into a sort of doze it was ten times worse wakening up. I could not remember whether I was engaged or not. If I was engaged who was the lady?

I had always considered myself as rather plain than otherwise, but surely I had made a mistake. Fascinating I certainly must be, but perhaps I was handsome. As soon as day dawned, I got up to ascertain the fact at the looking-glass. Even with the best disposition to be convinced, I could not see any striking beauty in my round face with an unshaven beard and a nightcap like a fool's cap at the top. I took off my nightcap. No, I must be content to be plain, but agreeable. All this, I tell you, in confidence. I would not have my little bit of vanity known for the world. I fell asleep towards morning. I was awakened by a tap at my door. It was Peggy. She put in a hand with a note. I took it. It is not from Miss Horstead.

said I, half in joke, half in very earnest fright. No, sir, Mr. Morgan's man brought it. I opened it. It ran thus. My dear sir, it is now nearly twenty years since I have had a little relaxation, and I find that my health requires it. I have also the utmost confidence in you, and I am sure this feeling is shared by our patients.

I have, therefore, no scruple in putting in execution a hastily formed plan, and going to Chesterton to catch the early train on my way to Paris. If your accounts are good, I shall remain away, probably a fortnight. Direct to Muris's. Yours most truly, Jay Morgan. P.S. Perhaps it may be well not to name where I am gone, especially to Miss Tompkinson. He had deserted me. He, with only one report, had left me to stand my ground with three. Mrs. Rose's kind regard, sir, and it's nearly nine o'clock.

Breakfast has been ready this hour, sir. Tell Mrs. Rose, I don't want any breakfast, or stay, for I was very hungry. I will take a cup of tea and some toast up here. peggy brought the tray to the door i hope you're not ill sir said she kindly not very i shall be better when i get into the air mrs rose seems sadly put about said she she seems so grieved like i watched my opportunity and went out by the side door in the garden chapter twenty three i had intended to ask mr morgan to call at the vicarage and give his parting explanation before they could hear the report now i thought that if i could see sophy i would speak to her myself but i did not wish to encounter the vicar i went along the lane at the back of the vicarage and came suddenly upon miss bullock she coloured and asked me if i would allow her to speak to me i could only be resigned but i thought i could probably set one report at rest by this conversation she was almost crying i must tell you mr harrison i have watched you here in order to speak to you

i heard with the greatest regret of papa's conversation with you yesterday she was fairly crying i believe mrs bullock finds me in her way and wants to have me married it is the only way in which i can account for such a complete misrepresentation as she has told papa i don't care for you in the least sir you never paid me any attentions you've been almost rude to me and i have liked you the better that's to say i never have liked you i am truly glad to hear what you say answered i don't distress yourself i was sure there was some mistake but she cried bitterly it is so hard to feel that my marriage my absence is desired so earnestly at home i dread every new acquaintance we form with any gentleman it is sure to be the beginning of a series of attacks on him of which everybody must be aware and to which they may think i am a willing party but i should not much mind if it were not for the conviction that she wishes me so earnestly away oh my own dear mamma you would never she cried more than ever i was truly sorry for her and had just taken her hand and began my dear miss bullock when the door in the wall of the vicarage garden opened it was the vicar letting out miss tomkinson whose face was all swelled with crying he saw me but he did not bow or make any sign on the contrary he looked down as from a severe eminence and shut the door hastily i turned to miss bullock i'm afraid the vicar has been hearing something

to my disadvantage from Miss Tompkinson. And it is very awkward, she finished my sentence, to have found us here together. Yes, but as long as we understand that we do not care for each other, it does not signify what people say. Oh, but to me it does, said I. I may perhaps tell you, but do not mention it to a creature. I am attached to Miss Hutton. Sophie? Oh, Mr. Harrison, I am so glad. She is such a sweet creature. Oh, I wish you, joy. Not yet. I have never spoken about it. Oh, but it is certain to happen. She jumped with a woman's rapidity to a conclusion, and then she began to praise Sophie. Never was a man yet who did not like to hear the praises of his mistress. I walked by her side. We came past

the front of the vicarage together. I looked up and saw Sophie there, and she saw me. That afternoon she was sent away, sent to visit her aunt ostensibly, in reality, because of the reports of my conduct, which was showered down upon the vicar, and one of which he saw confirmed by his own eyes. Chapter 24 I heard of Sophie's departure as one heard of everything soon after it had taken place. I did not care for the awkwardness of my situation which had so perplexed and amused me in the morning. I felt that something was wrong, that Sophie was taken away from me.

I sank into despair. If anybody likes to marry me, they might. I was willing to be sacrificed. I did not speak to Mrs. Rose. She wondered at me, and grieved over my coldness, I saw, but I had left off feeling anything. Miss Tompkinson cut me in the street, and it did not break my heart. Sophie was gone away. That was all I cared for. Where had they sent her to? Who was her aunt, that she should go and visit her?

One day I met Lizzie, who looked as that. though she had been told not to speak to me, but could not help doing so. "'Have you heard from your sister?' said I. "'Yes.' "'Where is she? I hope she is well.' "'She is at the Lyons.' "'I was not much wiser. "'Oh, yes, she is very well.

"'Fanny says she was at the assembly last Wednesday, "'and danced all night with the officers.' "'I thought I would enter myself a member of the peace-seller. society at once. She was a little flirt and a hard-hearted creature. I don't think I wished Lizzie goodbye. End of Section 8. Section 9 of Mr. Harrison's Confessions by Elizabeth Gaskell. This Libri-Box recording is in the public domain, recording by Noel Badrian. Chapter 25 What most people would have considered a more

serious evil, than Sophie's absence, befell me. I found that my practice was falling off. The prejudice of the town ran strongly against me. Mrs. Munton told me all that was said. She heard it through Miss Horseman. It was said, cruel little town, that my negligence or ignorance had been the cause of Walter's death, that Miss Tyrell had become worse under my treatment, and that John Browker was all but dead if he was not quite from my mismanagement. All Jack Marshland's jokes and revelations which had, I thought, gone to oblivion, were raked up to my discredit. He himself, formerly, to my astonishment, rather a favourite with the good people of Dunkham, was spoken of as one of my disreputable friends.

In short, so prejudiced were the good people of Duncan, that I believe a very little would have made them suspect me of a brutal highway robbery which took place in the neighbourhood about this time. Mrs. Muntan told me, apropos of the robbery, that she had never yet understood the cause of my year's imprisonment in Newgate. She had no doubt from what Mr. Morgan had told her there was some good reason for it, but if I would tell her the particulars she should like to know them. miss tonkinson sent for mr white from chesterton to see miss caroline and as he was coming over all our old patience seemed to take advantage of it and sent for him too but the worst of all was the vicar's manner to me if he had cut me i could have asked him why he did so but the freezing change in his behaviour was indescribable though bitterly felt i heard of sophy's gaiety from lizzie i thought of writing to her just then mr morgan's fortnight of absence expired

i was wearied out by mrs rose's tender vagaries and took no comfort from her sympathy which indeed i rather avoided her tears irritated instead of grieving me i wished i could tell her at once that i had no intention of marrying her-i had no intention of marrying her Chapter XXX Mr. Morgan had not been at home above two hours before he was sent for to the vicarage. Sophie had come back, and I had never heard of it. She had come home ill and weary and longing for rest, and the rest seemed approaching with awful strides. Mr. Morgan forgot all his Parisian adventures and all his terrors of Miss Tompkinson when he was sent for to see her. She was ill of a fever which made fearful progress.

When he told me, I wished to force the vicarage door if I might but see her. But I controlled myself, and only cursed my weak indecision, which had prevented my writing to her. It was well I had no patience. They would have had but a poor chance of attention. I hung about Mr. Morgan.

who might see her and did see her. But from what he told me, I perceived that the measures he was adopting were powerless to check so sudden and violent an illness. Oh, if they would but let me see her. But that was out of the question. It was not merely that the vicar had heard of my character as a gay Lothario,

but that doubts had been thrown out of my medical skill. The accounts grew worse. suddenly my resolution was taken mr morgan's very regard for sophy made him more than usually timid in his practice i had my horse saddled and galloped to chesterton i took the express train to town i went to see dr a i told him every particular of the case he listened but shook his head he wrote down a prescription and recommended a new preparation not yet in full use a preparation of a poison in fact it may save her said he it is a chance in such a state of things as you describe it must be given on the fifth day if the pulse will bear it crab makes up the preparation most skilfully let me hear from you i beg i went to crabs i begged to make it up myself but my hands trembled so that you i beg i went to crabs i begged to make it up myself but my hands trembled so that that I could not weigh the quantities. I asked the young man to do it for me. I went without touching food to the station, with my medicine and my prescription in my pocket. Back we flew through the country.

I sprang on Bay Mulden, which my groom had in waiting, and galloped across the country to Dunkham. But I drew bridle when I came to the top of the hill, the hill above the old hall from which we catch the first glimpse of the town, for I thought within myself that she might be dead, and I dreaded to come near certainty. The hawthorns were out in the woods. The young lambs were in the meadows, the song of the thrushes filled the air, but it only made the thought the more terrible. What if in this world of hope and life she lies dead? I heard the church bells soft and clear, I sickened to listen.

Was it the passing bell? No, it was ringing eight o'clock. I put spurs to my horse down hill as it was. We dashed into the town. I turned him saddle and bridle into the stable-yard and went off to Mr. Morgan's. Is she? said I. How is she?

Very ill, my poor fellow. I see how it is with you. She may live. but I fear. My dear, sir, I am very much afraid. I told him of my journey and consultation with Dr. A, and showed him the prescription. His hands trembled as he put on his spectacles to read it. This is a very dangerous medicine, sir, said he, with his finger under the name of the poison. It is a new preparation, said I. Dr. A relies much upon it. I dare not administer it, he replied. I have never tried it.

It must be very powerful. I dare not play tricks in this case. I believe I stamped with impatience, but it was all of no use. My journey had been in vain. The more I urged the imminent danger of the case requiring some powerful remedy, the more nervous he became.

I told him I would throw up the partnership. I threatened him with that, though, in fact, it was only what I felt I ought to do, and had resolved upon before Sophie's illness, as I had lost the confidence of his patience. He only said, I cannot help it, sir. I shall regret it for your father's sake, but I must do my duty. I dare not run the risk of giving Miss Sophie this violent medicine, a preparation of a deadly poison? I left him without a word. He was quite right in adhering to his own views, as I can see now, but at the time I thought him brutal and obstinate. Chapter 27

I went home. I spoke rudely to Mrs. Rose, who awaited my return at the door. I rushed, past, and locked myself in my room. I could not go to bed. The morning sun came pouring in And enraged me as everything did Since Mr. Morgan refused I pulled the blind down So violently that the string broke What did it signify

The light might come in What was the sun to me And then I remembered that the sun might be shining on her Dead I sat down and covered my face Mrs. Rose knocked at the door. I opened it. She had never been in bed and had been crying, too. Mr. Morgan wants to speak to you, sir. I rushed back for my medicine and went to him. He stood at the door, pale and anxious. She's alive, sir, said he, but that's all. We have sent for

Dr. Hamilton. I'm afraid he will not come in time. Do you know? sir, I think we should venture, with Dr. A's sanction to give her that medicine. It is but a chance, but it is the only one, I'm afraid. He fairly cried before he had ended. I've got it here, said I, sitting off to walk, but he could not go so fast. I beg your pardon, sir, said he, for my abrupt refusal last night. Indeed, sir, said I, I ought to much rather to beg your pardon. I was very violent. Oh, never mind, never mind. Will you repeat what Dr. A. said? I did so, and then I asked, with a meekness that astonished myself, if I might not go in and administer it. No, sir, said he, I'm afraid not. I'm sure your good

heart would not wish to give pain. Besides, it might agitate her if she has any consciousness before death. In her delirium she has often mentioned your name, and, sir, I'm sure, you won't name it again, as it may, in fact, be considered a professional secret. But I did hear our good vicar speak a little strongly about you. In fact, sir, I did hear him curse you. You see the mischief it might make in the parish, I'm sure, if this were known. I gave him the medicine, and watched him, and saw the door shut. I hung about the place all day. Poor and rich all came to inquire. The country people drove up in their carriages. The Holt and the lame came on their crutches. Their anxiety did my heart good. Mr. Morgan told me that

she slept, and I watched Dr. Hamilton into the house. The night came on. She slept. I watched round the house. I saw the light high up, burning still and steady. Then I saw it moved. It was the crisis in one way or other. Chapter 28. Mr. Morgan came out.

Good old man. The tears were running down his cheeks. He could not speak, but kept shaking my hands. I did not want words. I understood. that she was better. Dr. Hamilton says it was the only medicine that could have saved her. I was an old fool, sir, I beg your pardon.

The vicar shall know all. I beg your pardon, sir, if I was abrupt. Everything went on brilliantly from this time. Mr. Bullock came to apologize for his mistake and consequent upbraiding. John Brinker came home, brave and well. There was still Miss Tomkinson in the ranks of the enemy, and Mrs. Rose too much, I feared, in the ranks of the friends. Chapter 29

One night she had gone to bed, and I was thinking of going. I had been studying in the back room, where I went for refuge from her in the present position of affairs. i read a good number of surgical books about this time and also vanity fair when i heard a loud continued knocking at the door enough to waken the whole street before i could get to open it i heard that well-known bass of jack marshlands once heard never to be forgotten pipe up the negro song who's that knocking at the door though it was raining hard at the time i stood waiting to let him in. He would finish his melody in the open air, loud and clear along the street it sounded. I saw Miss Tomkinson's night-capped head emerge from a window. She called out, Police! Police! Now, there were no police, only a rheumatic constable in the town, but it was

the custom of the ladies, when alarmed at night, to call an imaginary police, which had, they thought, an intimidating effect but as every one knew the real state of the unwatched town we did not much mind it in general just now however i wanted to regain my character so i pulled jack in quavering as he entered you've spoilt a good shake said he that's what you have i'm nearly up to jenny lynde and you see i'm a nightingale like her we sat up late and i don't know how it was but i told him all my matrimonial misadventures i thought i could imitate your hand pretty well said he my word it was a flaming valentine no wonder she thought you loved her so that was your doing was it now i'll tell you what you shall do to make up for it you shall write me a letter confessing your hoax a letter that i can show give me a pen and paper my boy you shall dictate with a deeply penitent heart will that do for a beginning i told him what to write a simple straightforward confession of his practical joke i enclosed it in a few lines of regret that unknown to me any of my friends should have so acted chapter thirty all this time i knew that sophy was slowly recovering one day i met miss bullock who had seen her we have been talking about you said she with a bright smile for since she knew i disliked her she felt quite at her ease and could smile very pleasantly

i understood that she had been explaining the misunderstanding about herself to sophy so that when jack marshland's note had been sent to miss tomkinson i thought myself in a fair way to have my character established in two quarters but the third was my dilemma mrs rose had really so much of my true regard for her good qualities that i disliked the idea of a formal explanation in which a good deal must be said on my side to wound her. We had become very much estranged ever since I had heard of this report of my engagement to her. I saw that she grieved over it. While Jack Marshland stayed with us, I felt at my ease in the presence of a third person, but he told me confidentially he durst not stay long, for fear some of the ladies would snap him up and marry him. Indeed, I I myself did not think it unlikely that he would snap one of them up if he could. For when we met Miss Bullock one day, and heard her hopeful, joyous account of Sophie's progress,

to whom she was a daily visitor, he asked me who that bright-looking girl was. And when I told him she was the Miss Bullock of whom I had spoken to him, he was pleased to observe that he thought I had been a great fool, and asked me if Sophie had anything like such splendid eyes. He made me repeat about Miss Bullock's unhappy circumstances at home, and then became very thoughtful, a most unusual and morbid symptom in his case. Soon after he went, by Mr. Morgan's kind offices and explanations, I was permitted to see Sophie. I might not speak much. It was prohibited for fear of addiction. agitating her. We talked of the weather and the flowers, and we were silent. But her little

white, thin hand lay in mine, and we understood each other without words. I had a long interview with the vicar afterwards, and came away glad and satisfied. Mr. Morgan called in the afternoon, evidently anxious, though he made no direct inquiries. He was too polite for that, to hear the result of my visit at the vicarage. I told him to give me joy. He shook me warmly by the hand, and then rubbed his own together. I thought I would consult him about my dilemma with Mrs. Rose, who I was afraid, would be deeply affected by my engagement. There is only one awkward circumstance, said I, about Mrs. Rose.

I hesitated how to word the fact of her having received congratulations on her supposed engagement with me and her manifest attachment. But before I could speak, he broke in. My dear, sir, you need not trouble yourself about that. She will have a home. In fact, sir, said he, reddening a little, I thought it would, perhaps, put a stop to those reports connecting my name with Miss Tompkinson's, if I married someone else. I hoped it might prove an efficacious contradiction, and I was struck with admiration for Mrs. Rose's undying memory of her late husband. Not to be prolix, I have this morning obtained Mrs. Rose's consent to—

To marry her, in fact, sir, said he, jerking out the climax. Here was an event. Then Mr. Morgan, had never heard the report about mrs rose and me to this day i think she would have taken me if i had proposed so much the better marriages were in the fashion that year mr bullock met me one morning as i was going to ride with sophy he and i had quite got over our misunderstanding thanks to jemima and we were as friendly as ever this morning he was chuckling aloud as he walked stop mr harrison he said as i went quickly past have you heard the news miss horseman has just told me miss caroline has eloped with young hoggins she is ten years older than he is how can her gentility like being married to a tell-o chandler it is a very good thing for her though he added in a more serious manner Old Hoggins is very rich, and though he's angry just now, he will soon be reconciled. Any vanity I might have entertained on the score of the three ladies who were, at one time,

said to be captivated by my charms, was being rapidly dispersed. Soon after Mr. Hoggins's marriage, I met Miss Tompkinson face to face for the first time since our memorable conversation. She stopped me and said, Don't refuse to receive my congratulations, Mr. Harrison, on your most happy engagement to Miss Hutton. I owe you an apology, too, for my behaviour when I last saw you at our house. I really did think Caroline was attached to you then, and it irritated me, I confess, in a very wrong and unjustifiable way.

But I heard her telling Mr. Huggins only yesterday, that she had been attached to him for years ever since he was in pinafore she dated it from and when i asked her afterwards how she could say so after her distress on hearing that false report about you and mrs rose she cried and said i never had understood her and that the hysterics which alarmed me so much were simply caused by eating pickled cucumber i am very sorry for my stupidity and improper way of speaking But I hope we are friends now, Mr. Harrison, for I should wish to be liked by Sophie's husband. Good Miss Tomkinson, to believe the substitution of indigestion for disappointed affection. I shook her warmly by the hand, and we have been all right ever since. I think I told you she is the baby's godmother. Chapter 31

I had some difficulty in persuading Jack Marshland to be groomsman, but when he heard all the arrangements he came. Miss Bullock was bridesmaid. He liked us all so well that he came again at Christmas, and was far better behaved than he had been the year before. He won golden opinions indeed. Miss Tompkinson said he was a reformed young man. We dined all together at Mr. Moll. Morgans. The vicar wanted us to go there, but, from what Sophie told me, Helen was not confident of the mincemeat, and rather dreaded so large a party. We had a jolly day of it.

Mrs. Morgan was as kind and motherly as ever. Miss Horsman certainly did set out a story that the vicar was thinking of Miss Tompkinson for his second, or else I think we had no other The report circulated in consequence of our happy, Merry Christmas Day. And it is a wonder, considering how Jack Marshland went on with Jemima. Here's Sophie come back from putting baby to bed, and Charles wakened up. End of Section 9 and End of Mr. Harrison's Confessions by Elizabeth Gasco.