‘Now, don’t you think, Ma dear,’ said the Minor Canon to his mother one day as she sat at her knitting in his little book-room, ’that you are rather hard on Mr. Neville?’

‘No, I do not, Sept,’ returned the old lady.

‘Let us discuss it, Ma.’

’I have no objection to discuss it, Sept.  I trust, my dear, I am always open to discussion.’  There was a vibration in the old lady’s cap, as though she internally added:  ’and I should like to see the discussion that would change my mind!’

‘Very good, Ma,’ said her conciliatory son.  ’There is nothing like being open to discussion.’

‘I hope not, my dear,’ returned the old lady, evidently shut to it.

’Well!  Mr. Neville, on that unfortunate occasion, commits himself under provocation.’

‘And under mulled wine,’ added the old lady.

’I must admit the wine.  Though I believe the two young men were much alike in that regard.’

‘I don’t,’ said the old lady.

‘Why not, Ma?’

‘Because I don’t,’ said the old lady.  ’Still, I am quite open to discussion.’

’But, my dear Ma, I cannot see how we are to discuss, if you take that line.’

‘Blame Mr. Neville for it, Sept, and not me,’ said the old lady, with stately severity.

‘My dear Ma! why Mr. Neville?’

‘Because,’ said Mrs. Crisparkle, retiring on first principles, ’he came home intoxicated, and did great discredit to this house, and showed great disrespect to this family.’

’That is not to be denied, Ma.  He was then, and he is now, very sorry for it.’

’But for Mr. Jasper’s well-bred consideration in coming up to me, next day, after service, in the Nave itself, with his gown still on, and expressing his hope that I had not been greatly alarmed or had my rest violently broken, I believe I might never have heard of that disgraceful transaction,’ said the old lady.

’To be candid, Ma, I think I should have kept it from you if I could:  though I had not decidedly made up my mind.  I was following Jasper out, to confer with him on the subject, and to consider the expediency of his and my jointly hushing the thing up on all accounts, when I found him speaking to you.  Then it was too late.’

’Too late, indeed, Sept.  He was still as pale as gentlemanly ashes at what had taken place in his rooms overnight.’

’If I had kept it from you, Ma, you may be sure it would have been for your peace and quiet, and for the good of the young men, and in my best discharge of my duty according to my lights.’

The old lady immediately walked across the room and kissed him:  saying, ‘Of course, my dear Sept, I am sure of that.’

‘However, it became the town-talk,’ said Mr. Crisparkle, rubbing his ear, as his mother resumed her seat, and her knitting, ’and passed out of my power.’

‘And I said then, Sept,’ returned the old lady, ’that I thought ill of Mr. Neville.  And I say now, that I think ill of Mr. Neville.  And I said then, and I say now, that I hope Mr. Neville may come to good, but I don’t believe he will.’  Here the cap vibrated again considerably.