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During breakfast something was learnt nearer home; though not all

that a man less unconscious and more vain than Philip might have

discovered. He only found out that Mrs. Rose was displeased with him

for not having gone to the watch-night with Hester, according to the

plan made some weeks before. But he soothed his conscience by

remembering that he had made no promise; he had merely spoken of his

wish to be present at the service, about which Hester was speaking;

and although at the time and for a good while afterwards, he had

fully intended going, yet as there had been William Coulson to

accompany her, his absence could not have been seriously noticed.

Still he was made uncomfortable by Mrs. Rose's change of manner; once

or twice he said to himself that she little knew how miserable he

had been during his 'gay evening,' as she would persist in calling

it, or she would not talk at him with such persevering bitterness

this morning. Before he left for the shop, he spoke of his intention

of going to see how his aunt was, and of paying her a new year's day

visit.

Hepburn and Coulson took it in turns week and week about to go first

home to dinner; the one who went first sate down with Mrs. Rose and

her daughter, instead of having his portion put in the oven to keep

warm for him. To-day it was Hepburn's turn to be last. All morning

the shop was full with customers, come rather to offer good wishes

than to buy, and with an unspoken remembrance of the cake and wine

which the two hospitable brothers Foster made a point of offering to

all comers on new year's day. It was busy work for all--for Hester

on her side, where caps, ribbons, and women's gear were exclusively

sold--for the shopmen and boys in the grocery and drapery

department. Philip was trying to do his business with his mind far

away; and the consequence was that his manner was not such as to

recommend him to the customers, some of whom recollected it as very

different, courteous and attentive, if grave and sedate. One buxom

farmer's wife noticed the change to him. She had a little girl with

her, of about five years old, that she had lifted up on the counter,

and who was watching Philip with anxious eyes, occasionally

whispering in her mother's ear, and then hiding her face against her

cloak.

'She's thought a deal o' coming to see yo', and a dunnot think as

yo' mind her at all. My pretty, he's clean forgotten as how he said

last new year's day, he'd gi' thee a barley-sugar stick, if thou'd

hem him a handkercher by this.' The child's face was buried in the comfortable breadth of duffle at

these words, while the little outstretched hand held a small square

of coarse linen.