‘And Clara never wrote!’

’She would identify herself too much with her uncle in his misfortune.  Poor dear child! what may she not be undergoing!’

‘You will go to her?’

’I must.  Whether my uncle will forgive me or not, to Clara I must go.  Shall I write first ?’

’Oh! no; it will only make a delay, and your uncle might say ’don’t come.’’

’Right; delay would prolong her perplexities.  I will go to-morrow, and Mr. Holdsworth will see to the workhouse people.’

His alert air showed how grateful was any excuse that could take him to Clara, the impulse of brotherly love coming uppermost of all his sensations.  Then came pity for the poor old man whose cherished design had thus crumbled, and the anxious wonder whether he would forgive, and deign to accept sympathy from his nephew.

‘My dear,’ said James, doubtfully; ’supposing, what I hardly dare to imagine, that he should consent, what should you say to my bringing him here?

‘I believe it would make you happy,’ said Isabel.  ’Oh! yes, pray do--and then we should have Clara.’

’I should rejoice to offer anything like reparation, though I do not dare to hope it will be granted; and I do not know how to ask you to break up the home comfort we have prized so much.’

’It will be all the better comfort for your mind being fully at ease; and I am sure we should deserve none at all, if we shut our door against him now that he is in distress.  You must bring him, poor old man, and I will try with all my might to behave well to him.’

’It is a mere chance; but I am glad to take your consent with me.  As to our affording it, I suppose he may have, at the worst, an allowance from the creditors, so you will not have to retrench anything.’

’Don’t talk of that, dearest.  We never knew how little we could live on till we tried; and if No. 12 is taken, and you are paid for the new edition of the lectures, and Walter’s pay besides—­’

‘And Sir Hubert,’ added James.

‘Of course we shall get on,’ said Isabel.  ’I am not in the least afraid that the little girls will suffer, if they do live a little harder for the sake of their old uncle.  I only wish you had had your new black coat first, for I am afraid you won’t now.’

’You need not reckon on that.  I don’t expect that I shall be allowed the comfort of doing anything for him.  But see about them I must.  Oh, may I not be too late!’

Early the next morning James was on his way, travelling through the long bright summer day; and when, after the close, stifling railway carriage, full of rough, loud-voiced passengers, he found himself in the cool of the evening on the bare heath, where the slanting sunbeams cast a red light, he was reminded by every object that met his eye of the harsh and rebellious sensations that he had allowed to reign over him at his last arrival there, which had made him wrangle over the bier of one so loving and beloved, and exaggerate the right till it wore the semblance of the wrong.