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to Paris for a French bonnet exactly like the one Patience Oriel had on. Did you see it?”

“Well I can’t say I did; bonnets are invisible now; besides I never remark anybody’s clothes, except yours.”

“Oh! do look at Miss Oriel’s bonnet the next time you see her. I cannot understand why it should be so, but I am sure of this⁠—no English fingers could put together such a bonnet as that; and I am nearly sure that no French fingers could do it in England.”

“But you don’t care so much about bonnets, Mary!” This the doctor said as an assertion; but there was, nevertheless, somewhat of a question involved in it.

“Don’t I, though?” said she. “I do care very much about bonnets; especially since I saw Patience this morning. I asked how much it cost⁠—guess.”

“Oh! I don’t know⁠—a pound?”

“A pound, uncle!”

“What! a great deal more? Ten pounds?”

“Oh, uncle.”

“What! more than ten pounds? Then I don’t think even Patience Oriel ought to give it.”

“No, of course she would not; but, uncle, it really cost a hundred francs!”

“Oh! a hundred francs; that’s four pounds, isn’t it? Well, and how much did your last new bonnet cost?”

“Mine! oh, nothing⁠—five and ninepence, perhaps; I trimmed it myself. If I were left a great fortune, I’d send to Paris tomorrow; no, I’d go myself to Paris to buy a bonnet, and I’d take you with me to choose it.”

The doctor sat silent for a while meditating about this, during which he unconsciously absorbed the tea beside him; and Mary again replenished his cup.

“Come, Mary,” said he at last, “I’m in a generous mood; and as I am rather more rich than usual, we’ll send to Paris for a French bonnet. The going for it must wait a while longer I am afraid.”

“You’re joking.”

“No, indeed. If you know the way to send⁠—that I must confess would puzzle me; but if you’ll manage the sending, I’ll manage the paying; and you shall have a French bonnet.”

“Uncle!” said she, looking up at him.

“Oh, I’m not joking; I owe you a present, and I’ll give you that.”

“And if you do, I’ll tell you what I’ll do with it. I’ll cut it into fragments, and burn them before your face. Why, uncle, what do you take me for? You’re not a bit nice tonight to make such an offer as that to me; not a bit, not a bit.” And then she came over from her seat at the tea-tray and sat down on a footstool close at his knee. “Because I’d have a French bonnet if I had a large fortune, is that a reason why I should like one now? if you were to pay four pounds for a bonnet for me, it would scorch my head every time I put it on.”

“I don’t see that: four pounds would not ruin me. However, I don’t think you’d look a bit better if you had it; and, certainly, I should not like to scorch these locks,” and putting his hand upon her shoulders, he played with her hair.

“Patience has a pony-phaeton, and I’d have one if I were rich; and I’d have all my books bound as she does; and, perhaps, I’d give fifty guineas for a dressing-case.”

“Fifty guineas!”

“Patience did not tell me; but so Beatrice says. Patience showed it to me once, and it is a darling. I think I’d have the dressing-case before the bonnet. But, uncle⁠—”

“Well?”

“You don’t suppose I want such things?”

“Not improperly. I am sure you do not.”

“Not properly, or improperly; not much, or little. I covet many things; but nothing of that sort. You know, or should know, that I do not. Why did you talk of buying a French bonnet for me?”

Dr. Thorne did not answer this question, but went on nursing his leg.

“After all,” said he, “money is a fine thing.”

“Very fine, when it is well come by,” she answered; “that is, without detriment to the heart or soul.”

“I should be a happier man if you were provided for as is Miss Oriel. Suppose, now, I could give you up to a rich man who would be able to insure you against all wants?”

“Insure me against all wants! Oh, that would be a man. That would be selling me, wouldn’t it, uncle? Yes, selling me; and the price you would receive would be freedom from future apprehensions as regards me. It would be a cowardly sale for you to make; and then, as to me⁠—me the victim. No, uncle; you must bear the misery of having to provide for me⁠—bonnets and all. We are in the same boat, and you shan’t turn me overboard.”

“But if I were to die, what would you do then?”

“And if I were to die, what would you do? People must be bound together. They must depend on each other. Of course, misfortunes may come; but it is cowardly to be afraid of them beforehand. You and I are bound together, uncle; and though you say these things to tease me, I know you do not wish to get rid of me.”

“Well, well; we shall win through, doubtless; if not in one way, then in another.”

“Win through! Of course we shall; who doubts our winning? but, uncle⁠—”

“But, Mary.”

“Well?”

“You haven’t got another cup of tea, have you?”

“Oh, uncle! you have had five.”

“No, my dear! not five; only four⁠—only four, I assure you; I have been very particular to count. I had one while I was⁠—”

“Five uncle; indeed and indeed.”

“Well, then, as I hate the prejudice which attaches luck to an odd number, I’ll have a sixth to show that I am not superstitious.”

While Mary was preparing the sixth jorum, there came a knock at the door. Those late summonses were hateful to Mary’s ear, for they were usually the forerunners of a midnight ride through the dark lanes to some farmer’s house. The doctor had been in the saddle all day, and, as Janet brought the note into the room, Mary stood up as though to defend her uncle from

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