Will you make her understand ?" Mrs.Clavering promised that she would do this, wondering, as she did so, at the wretched, frigid immobility of the unfortunate woman before her.

She knew Lady Clavering well; knew her to be in many things weak, to be worldly, listless, and perhaps somewhat selfish; but she knew also that she had loved her child as mothers always love.

Yet, at this moment, it seemed that she was thinking more of her husband than of the bairn she had lost.

Mrs.Clavering had sat down by her and taken her hand, and was still so sitting in silence when Lady Clavering spoke again.

"I suppose he will turn me out of his house now," she said.
"Who will do so?
Hugh?
Oh, Hermione, how can you speak in such a way ?" "He scolded me before because my poor darling was not strong.