I did not call here this morning to hear the Rawdons abused, and you forget your own marriage.

It was a happy one, I am sure.

One Rawdon, at least, must be excepted; and I think I treated my wife as a good husband ought to treat a wife." "Not you! You treated Mary very badly." "Mother, not even from you----" "I'll say it again.

The little girl was dying for a year or more, and you were so busy making money you never saw it.

If she said or looked a little complaint, you moved restless-like and told her 'she moped too much.' As the end came I spoke to you, and you pooh-poohed all I said.
She went suddenly, I know, to most people, but she knew it was her last day, and she longed so to see you, that I sent a servant to hurry you home, but she died before you could make up your mind to leave your 'cases.' She and I were alone when she whispered her last message for you--a loving one, too." "Mother! Mother! Why recall that bitter day?
I did not think--I swear I did not think----" "Never mind swearing.