“Carlisle,” said Hugo’s remembered voice, “I’ve come back.”

She stood unmoving in the doorway, her fingers tightening on the silken hanging.  Her breast was in a tumult of emotions, in which a leaping exultation was not wanting.  But stronger than anything else in this moment was the uprushing feeling that here was one whom she had well trusted once, and who had failed her in her direst need.

“So I see,” said she.

And continuing to look fixedly at him as he advanced upon her, beginning to speak, she was shot through with a bitter thought: 

“He’s found I’m not so badly damaged after all.”

     XXV

     In which the Name of Heth is lifted beyond the Reach of
     Hateful Malice, and Mamma wishes that she had the Ten
     Thousand back again.

Mrs. Heth returned from the Settlement “opening” a full hour behind Carlisle, and in a victorious glow such as she had not known since May.  Doing good for cause, she was not one to blush too much to find it fame.  Having notified Mr. Byrd of her ten thousand dollar gift to the Foundation Fund, she had proceeded with her tidings to others of the authorities, and presently met with appreciation in proportion to the funds involved.  Director Pond, a decisive and forthright man, had stood upon a chair and cried the splendid donation to the assembled company, his obvious moral being that others similarly prospered by the Lord should go and do likewise.  So had come vindicatory advertisement gorgeous beyond the little lady’s dreams.

It was well that the world should mark this gift, for it had not been made by the mere scratching of a signature.  And the colloquies preceding it had been of a thoroughly typical sort, compressing in a nutshell a whole history, in fact the whole history, of the domestico-commerical relationships of rising Houses.  Settlementers might have applauded more heartily had they understood just what a deep-cutting business they were witnessing.  However, they did not understand this, and Mrs. Heth, for her part, was the last person in the world to moralize upon the non-essential.  Returning homeward through the night, rolling eclat beneath her tongue, she frankly reflected that it was worth the money.  The envious would hardly be able to conceive that people who gave so magnificently to charity could have done anything really deserving of censure; no, no.  Or, if such people imaginably had, then certainly the only thing to do was to forget all about it as quickly as possible....

So agreeably musing, Mrs. Heth arrived at the door of the House, and received upon the threshold the great surprise of her life.

It was almost seven o’clock, so long had she lingered to enjoy and capitalize the reverberations of her triumph.  Yet Carlisle, singularly enough, was discovered standing in the hall, still in her hat and gloves, just as she had left the reception an hour earlier.