“What has your life been during the last three years?”
“Free from all evil. My worst enemy cannot accuse me.”
“Why have you closed the hall? Given up all the kind and hospitable ways of your ancestors? Shut yourself up with one old woman?”
“Because my conscience and my heart approves what I have done, and do. Can I not live as I choose? Am I obliged to give an account of myself, and of my motives, to every man and woman in the parish? O! I have been cruelly, shamefully used!” she said, standing suddenly still and lifting her face, “God alone knows how cruelly and how unjustly!”
“My dear child, people know nothing of your motives.”
“Then they are wicked to judge without knowledge.”
“Do you not owe society something?”
“It has no right to insist that I wear my heart upon my sleeve.”
“I was your father’s friend; I have known you from your birth, Elizabeth Hallam—”
“Yet you listened to what every one said against me, and allowed it so far to influence you that I was conscious of it, and though I called on you purposely to seek your help and advice, your manner closed my lips. You have known me from my birth. You knew and loved my father. O, sir, could you not have trusted me? If I had been your friend’s son, instead of his daughter, you would have done so! You would have said to all evil speakers, ‘Mr. Hallam has doubtless just reasons for the economy he is practicing.’ But because I was a woman, I was suspected; and every thing I could not explain was necessarily wicked. O, how your doubt has wounded me! What wrong it has done me! How sorry you would be if you knew the injustice you have done the child of your old friend—the woman you baptized and confirmed, and never knew ill of!” Standing still with her hand upon his arm she poured out her complaints with passionate earnestness; her face flushed and lifted, her eyes misty with unshed tears, her tall erect form quivering with emotion. And as the rector looked and listened a swift change came over his face. He laid his hand upon hers. When she ceased, he answered, promptly: