not an acknowledged soul who could combat Mrs. Bertram's will. She had
made up her mind to talk to no one but Mr. Ingram at the bazaar. She
carried out her resolve, and that though the Rector had formed such
pleasant visions of making every one cheerful and happy all round, for
he knew the simple weaknesses and desires of his flock, and saw not the
smallest harm in gratifying them. Why should not the Manor and the town
be friendly?

Mrs. Bertram saw a very good reason why they should not. Therefore the
Rector's dreams came apparently to nothing.




CHAPTER III.

A GENTLEMAN, MADAM.


Only apparently. Every one knows how small the little rift within the
lute is. So are most beginnings.

Mrs. Bertram felt, that in her way, she had effected quite a victory.
She stepped into her brougham to return to Rosendale Manor with a
pleasing sense of triumph.

"I am thankful to say that ordeal is over," she remarked. "And I think,"
she continued, with a smile, "that when the Northbury people see my
cards, awaiting them on their humble hall-tables, they will have learnt
their lesson."