“I wish it had been for thee, my darling!” he said; “I wish it had been for thee!”

“It is much better as it is, Hopkins,” she answered, solemnly.

“Not with him, though,” he went on, “not with him.  I wouldn’t ’a hung a bough for him.  But with t’other one.”

Lily said no word further.  She knew that the man was expressing the wishes of all around her.  She said no word further, and then Bell returned to them.

But no one at the wedding was so gay as Lily,—­so gay, so bright, and so wedding-like.  She flirted with the old earl till he declared that he would marry her himself.  No one seeing her that evening, and knowing nothing of her immediate history, would have imagined that she herself had been cruelly jilted some six or eight months ago.  And those who did know her could not imagine that what she then suffered had hit her so hard, that no recovery seemed possible for her.  But though no recovery, as she herself believed, was possible for her—­though she was as a man whose right arm had been taken from him in the battle, still all the world had not gone with that right arm.  The bullet which had maimed her sorely had not touched her life, and she scorned to go about the world complaining either by word or look of the injury she had received.  “Wives when they have lost their husbands still eat and laugh,” she said to herself, “and he is not dead like that.”  So she resolved that she would be happy, and I here declare that she not only seemed to carry out her resolution, but that she did carry it out in very truth.  “You’re a dear good man, and I know you’ll be good to her,” she said to Crofts just as he was about to start with his bride.

“I’ll try, at any rate,” he answered.

“And I shall expect you to be good to me too.  Remember you have married the whole family; and, sir, you mustn’t believe a word of what that bad man says in his novels about mothers-in-law.  He has done a great deal of harm, and shut half the ladies in England out of their daughters’ houses.”

“He shan’t shut Mrs Dale out of mine.”

“Remember he doesn’t.  Now, good-bye.”  So the bride and bridegroom went off, and Lily was left to flirt with Lord De Guest.

Of whom else is it necessary that a word or two should be said before I allow the weary pen to fall from my hand?  The squire, after much inward struggling on the subject, had acknowledged to himself that his sister-in-law had not received from him that kindness which she had deserved.  He had acknowledged this, purporting to do his best to amend his past errors; and I think I may say that his efforts in that line would not be received ungraciously by Mrs Dale.  I am inclined, therefore, to think that life at Allington, both at the Great House and at the Small, would soon become pleasanter than it used to be in former days.  Lily soon got the Balmoral boots, or, at least, soon learned that the power of getting them as she pleased had devolved upon her from her uncle’s gift; so that she talked even of buying the squirrel’s cage; but I am not aware that her extravagance led her as far as that.