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As if Mrs. Hamley was afraid of Molly's remarks or questions, she

began in her turn a hasty system of interrogatories.

"Now, dear child, tell me all; it's no breach of confidence, for I

shan't mention it again, and I shan't be here long. How does it all

go on--the new mother, the good resolutions? let me help you if I

can. I think with a girl I could have been of use--a mother does not

know boys. But tell me anything you like and will; don't be afraid of

details."

Even with Molly's small experience of illness she saw how much of

restless fever there was in this speech; and instinct, or some

such gift, prompted her to tell a long story of many things--the

wedding-day, her visit to Miss Brownings', the new furniture, Lady

Harriet, &c., all in an easy flow of talk which was very soothing

to Mrs. Hamley, inasmuch as it gave her something to think about

beyond her own immediate sorrows. But Molly did not speak of her own

grievances, nor of the new domestic relationship. Mrs. Hamley noticed

this.

"And you and Mrs. Gibson get on happily together?"

"Not always," said Molly. "You know we didn't know much of each other

before we were put to live together."

"I didn't like what the Squire told me last night. He was very

angry."

That sore had not yet healed over; but Molly resolutely kept silence,

beating her brains to think of some other subject of conversation.

"Ah! I see, Molly," said Mrs. Hamley; "you won't tell me your

sorrows, and yet, perhaps, I could have done you some good."

"I don't like," said Molly, in a low voice. "I think papa wouldn't

like it. And, besides, you have helped me so much--you and Mr.

Roger Hamley. I often think of the things he said; they come in so

usefully, and are such a strength to me."

"Ah, Roger! yes. He is to be trusted. Oh, Molly! I've a great deal

to say to you myself, only not now. I must have my medicine and try

to go to sleep. Good girl! You are stronger than I am, and can do

without sympathy."

Molly was taken to another room; the maid who conducted her to it

told her that Mrs. Hamley had not wished her to have her nights

disturbed, as they might very probably have been if she had been in

her former sleeping-room. In the afternoon Mrs. Hamley sent for her,

and with the want of reticence common to invalids, especially to

those suffering from long and depressing maladies, she told Molly of

the family distress and disappointment.