"Let him carry his jests else were, Mr. Charles," she replied, "he
shan't indulge in them at my expense; nor will I have you abet him in
them as you always do--yes, sir, and laugh at them in my face. All this,
however, is very natural; as the old cock crows the young one learns.
As for Maria, if she makes as dutiful a wife as she does a daughter, her
husband may thank God for getting his full share of evil in this life."

"I protest to heaven, Harry," said Charles, addressing his brother, "if
ever there was a meek, sweet-tempered girl living, Maria is. You do not
yet know her, but you will, of course, have an opportunity of judging
for yourself."

"You perceive, Harry," said his mother, addressing him in turn, "you
perceive how they are banded against me; in fact, they are joined with
their father in a conspiracy to destroy my peace and happiness. This is
the feeling that prevails against me in the house at large, for which I
may thank my husband and children--I don't include you, Harry. There
is not a servant in our establishment but could poison me, and probably
would, too, were it not for fear of the gallows."

Woodward listened to this strange scene with amazement, but was prudent
enough to take no part in it whatsoever. On the contrary, he got his hat
and proceeded out to take a stroll, as the evening was so fine, and the
aspect of the country was so delightful.

"Harry," said his brother, "if you're for a walk I'll go with you."

"Not at present, Charley," said he, "I am in a thoughtful mood, and
generally prefer a lonely stroll on such a beautiful evening as this."