will; my mother made some excuse for him; my father said it was hard enough to have to keep another man’s child, without having it perpetually held up in its naughtiness by his wife, who ought to be always in the same mind that he was; and so from little they got to more; and the end of it was, that my mother took to her bed before her time, and I was born that very day.  My father was glad, and proud, and sorry, all in a breath; glad and proud that a son was born to him; and sorry for his poor wife’s state, and to think how his angry words had brought it on.  But he was a man who liked better to be angry than sorry, so he soon found out that it was all Gregory’s fault, and owed him an additional grudge for having hastened my birth.  He had another grudge against him before long.  My mother began to sink the day after I was born.  My father sent to Carlisle for doctors, and would have coined his heart’s blood into gold to save her, if that could have been; but it could not.  My aunt Fanny used to say sometimes, that she thought that Helen did not wish to live, and so just let herself die away without trying to take hold on life; but when I questioned her, she owned that my mother did all the doctors bade her do, with the same sort of uncomplaining patience with which she had acted through life.  One of her last requests was to have Gregory laid in her bed by my side, and then she made him take hold of my little hand.  Her husband came in while she was looking at us so, and when he bent tenderly over her to ask her how she felt now, and seemed to gaze on us two little half-brothers, with a grave sort of kindness, she looked up in his face and smiled, almost her first smile at him; and such a sweet smile! as more besides aunt Fanny have said.  In an hour she was dead.  Aunt Fanny came to live with us.  It was the best thing that could be done.  My father would have been glad to return to his old mode of bachelor life, but what could he do with two little children?  He needed a woman to take care of him, and who so fitting as his wife’s elder sister?  So she had the charge of me from my birth; and for a time I was weakly, as was but natural, and she was always beside me, night and day watching over me, and my father nearly as anxious as she.  For his land had come down from father to son for more than three hundred years, and he would have cared for me merely as his flesh and blood that was to inherit the land after him.  But he needed something to love, for all that, to most people, he was a stern, hard man, and he took to me as, I fancy, he had taken to no human being before—­as he might have taken to my mother, if she had had no former life for him to be jealous of.  I loved him back again right heartily.  I loved all around me, I believe, for everybody was kind to me.  After a time, I overcame my original weakness of constitution, and was just a bonny, strong-looking lad whom every passer-by noticed, when my father took me with him to the nearest town.