"He ought at least to remember what his grandfather and father thought
of Hatton Mill. Why, mother, on his twenty-first birthday, father
solemnly told him the story of the mill and how it was the seal and
witness between our God and our family--yet he would bring strangers
into our work! I'll have no partner in it--not the best man in England!
Yet Harry would share it with the Naylors, a horse-racing, betting,
irreligious crowd, who have made their money in byways all their
generations. Power of God! Only to think of it! Only to think of it!
Harry ought to be ashamed of himself--he ought that."

"Now, John, my dear lad, I will not hear Harry blamed when he is not
here to speak for himself--no, I will not! Wait till he is, and it will
be fair enough then to say what you want to. I am Harry's mother, and I
will see he gets fair play. I will that. It is my bounden duty to do so,
and I'll do it."

"You are right, mother, we must all have fair judgment, and I will see
that the brother I love so dearly gets it."

"God love thee, John."

"And, mother, keep a brave and cheerful heart. I will do all that is
possible to satisfy Harry."

"I can leave him safely with God and his brother. And tomorrow I can now
look after the apricot-preserving. Barker told me the fruit was all
ready today, but I could not frame myself to see it properly done, but
tomorrow it will be different." Then because she wanted to reward John
for his patience, and knowing well what subject was close to his heart,