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March; we can't any of us be truly happy, no matter what's done for us. I tried to make believe that I was sparing her alone, but I knew I was sparing myself, too, and that made it harder to decide." She suddenly addressed herself to us both: "What would you have done?" My wife and I looked at each other in a dismay in which a glance from old Hasketh assured us that we had his sympathy.
Hasketh explained, when we were all seated, "came home this afternoon, instead of this morning, when we expected her." My wife said, "Oh, yes," and after a moment, a very painful moment, in which I think we all tried to imagine something that would delay the real business, Mrs. Hasketh began again. "Mrs.
My wife and I now involuntarily dropped our voices, or rather they sank into our throats, as we sat waiting in the dim parlor, after the maid took our cards to Mr. and Mrs. Hasketh. We tried to make talk, but we could not, and we were funereally quiet, when Hasketh came pottering and peering in, and shook hands with both of us.
Hasketh for me, she would remember that you had overlooked something, and she would be more disposed to to be considerate." "I can't do it, Tedham," I returned. "It would be of no use. Besides, I don't like the errand. I'm not sure that I have any business to interfere. I am not sure that you have any right to disturb the shape that their lives have settled into.
March, and he succeeded only too well in putting the shame on his own family. You could forgive it, and it would be all the more to your credit because you forgave it, but his family might have forgiven it ten times over, and still they would be in disgrace through him. That is the way I looked at it." "And I assure you, Mrs. Hasketh, that is the way I looked at it, too," said my wife.
"I thought she was older," I ventured to put in, remembering my impressions as to her age the last time I saw her with her father. "No," said Mrs. Hasketh, "she always appeared rather old for her age, and that made me all the more anxious to know just how much of the trouble she had taken in.
But my wife seemed not to have lost such courage as she had come with, at least. "He has been to see us " "I presumed so," said Mrs. Hasketh, and as she said nothing more, Mrs. March took the word again. "I shall have to tell you why he came why we came. It was something that we did not wish to enter into, and at first my husband refused outright.
March," she said, in a low voice, and with a curious, apologetic kind of embarrassment, "we have come Fay wanted we should come and ask if you knew about her father " "Why, didn't he come to you last night?" my wife began. "Yes, he did," said Mrs. Hasketh, in a crest-fallen sort, "But we thought we thought you might know where he was. And Fay Did he tell you what he was going to do?"
Hasketh had then spoken of her father, in telling us that the child was henceforth to bear her husband's name, and had resentfully scorned the merit Tedham tried to make of giving her up to them. "And if I can help it," she had ended, with a fierceness I had never forgotten, "she shall not hear him mentioned again, or see him as long as I live."
"Yes," he said, as if he were afraid to say more lest he should injure his cause. "I think that it would not be the least use for me to go to Mrs. Hasketh. In the first place I do not know her very well, and I have not seen her for years, I am not certain she would see me." Tedham turned the hollows of his eyes upon my wife, and asked, huskily, "Won't you try?"
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