'I think it will be fine, Willie, and Miss Lake will expect you at
Redman's Farm; and little Fairy will go too; yes, you'd like to go, and
mamma will stay at home, and try to be useful in her poor miserable way,'
and so on.

The vicar, thinking of other things, never seeing the reproachful irony
in all this, would take it quite literally, assent sadly, and with little
Fairy by the hand, set forth for Redman's Farm; and the good little body,
to the amazement of her two maids, would be heard passionately weeping in
the parlour in her forsaken state.

At last there came a great upbraiding, a great _eclaircissement_, and
laughter, and crying, and hugging; and the poor little woman, quite
relieved, went off immediately, in her gratitude, to Rachel, and paid her
quite an affectionate little visit.

Jealousy is very unreasonable. But have we no compensation in this, that
the love which begets it is often as unreasonable? Look in the glass, and
then into your own heart, and ask your conscience, next, 'Am I really
quite a hero, or altogether so lovely, as I am beloved?' Keep the answer
to yourself, but be tender with the vehement follies of your jealous
wife. Poor mortals! It is but a short time we have to love, and be
jealous, and love again.

One night, after a long talk in the morning with good William Wylder, and
great dejection following, all on a sudden, Rachel sat up in her bed, and
in a pleasant voice, and looking more like herself than she had for many
months, she said--

'I think I have found the true way out of my troubles, Tamar. At every