Indeed，sometimes，whenthedoorbywhichsheusedtoenterwasopenedbyanychance，Mollycaughtherselflookingroundasifsheexpectedtoseethetall，languidfigureintheelegantdraperiesofrichsilkandsoftlace，whichMrsHamleywaswonttowearofanevening。Thisevening，itstruckher，asanewthoughtofpain，thatintothatroomshewouldcomenomore。Shehadfixedtogiveherfather’smessageatthisverypointoftime；butsomethinginherthroatchokedher，andshehardlyknewhowtogovernhervoice。Thesquiregotupandwenttothebroadfire—place，tostrikeintothemiddleofthegreatlog，andsplititupintoblazing，sparklingpieces。Hisbackwastowardsher。Mollybegan，’Whenpapawashereto—day，hebademetellyouhehadwrittentoMrRogerHamleytosaythat—thathethoughthehadbettercomehome；andheenclosedalettertoMrOsborneHamleytosaythesamething。’Thesquireputdownthepoker，buthestillkepthisbacktoMolly。’HesentforOsborneandRoger？’heasked，atlength。Mollyanswered，’Yes。’Thentherewasadeadsilence，whichMollythoughtwouldneverend。Thesquirehadplacedhistwohandsonthehighchimney—piece，andstoodleaningoverthefire。’RogerwouldhavebeendownfromCambridgeonthe18th，’saidhe。’AndhehassentforOsborne，too！Didheknow，’—hecontinued，turningroundtoMolly，withsomethingofthefiercenessshehadanticipatedinvoiceandlook。Inanothermomenthehaddroppedhisvoice。’Itisright，quiteright。Iunderstand。Ithascomeatlength。Come！come！Osbornehasbroughtiton，though，’withafreshaccessofangerinhistones。’Shemighthave’
（somewordMollycouldnothear—shethoughtitsoundedlike’lingered’）
’butforthat。Icannotforgivehim；Icannot。’Andthenhesuddenlylefttheroom。WhileMollysatetherestill，verysadinhersympathywithall，heputhisheadinagain，—’Gotoher，mydear；Icannot—notjustyet。ButIwillsoon。Justthisbit；andafterthatIwon’tloseamoment。Youareagoodgirl。Godblessyou！’ItisnottobesupposedthatMollyhadremainedallthistimeattheHallwithoutinterruption。Onceortwiceherfatherhadbroughtherasummonshome。Mollythoughtshecouldperceivethathehadbroughtitunwillingly；
infact，itwasMrsGibsonthathadsentforher，almost，asitwere，topreservea’rightofway’throughheractions。’Youshallcomebackto—morrow，orthenextday，’herfatherhadsaid。
’Butmammaseemstothinkpeoplewillputabadconstructiononyourbeingsomuchwayfromhomesosoonafterourmarriage。’’Oh，papa，I’mafraidMrsHamleywillmissme！Idosolikebeingwithher。’’Idon’tthinkitislikelyshewillmissyouasmuchasshewouldhavedoneamonthortwoago。Shesleepssomuchnow，thatsheisscarcelyconsciousofthelapseoftime。I’llseethatyoucomebackhereagaininadayortwo。’SooutofthesilenceandthesoftmelancholyoftheHallMollyreturnedintotheall—pervadingelementofchatterandgossipatHollingford。MrsGibsonreceivedherkindlyenough。Once’shehadasmartnewwinterbonnetreadytogiveherasapresent；butshedidnotcaretohearanyparticularsaboutthefriendswhomMollyhadjustleft；andherfewremarksonthestateofaffairsattheHalljarredterriblyonthesensitiveMolly。’Whatatimeshelingers！Yourpapaneverexpectedshewouldlasthalfsolongafterthatattack。Itmustbeverywearingworktothemall；I