"scene," William being pulled away
four-wheeler by his future wife and mother-in-law
reluctant hands
discarded Jane
There were threats of giving her "in charge
" "My poor Jane ! " said my wife, mincing veal
she was mincing William
"It's
shame
think no more of him
worthy of you
"
"No, m'm," said Jane
"
weak

"But it's that woman
it," said Jane
She was never known to bring herself to pronounce "that woman's" name or to admit her girlishness
"
't think what minds some women
--
and get
girl's young man away from her
But there, it only hurts
," said Jane

Thereafter our house rested from William
But
something
manner of Jane's scrubbing the front doorstep or sweeping out the rooms,
certain viciousness, that persuaded me
story
yet ended

"Please, m'm, may I go
wedding tomorrow ? " said Jane one day

My wife knew by instinct whose wedding
"
wise, Jane ? " she said

"
like
the last of him," said Jane

"My dear," said my wife, fluttering into my room about twenty minutes after Jane had started, "Jane
boot-hole and taken all the left-off boots and shoes, and gone off
wedding
in
bag
Surely
mean--"
"Jane,"
, "is developing character
hope
best
"
Jane came back with
pale, hard face
All the boots seemed
still in her bag, at which my wife heaved
premature sigh of relief
We heard her go upstairs and replace the boots with considerable emphasis

"Quite
crowd
wedding, ma'am," she said presently, in
purely conversational style, sitting
little kitchen, and scrubbing the potatoes; "and such
lovely day
" She proceeded to numerous other details, clearly avoiding some cardinal incident

"
all extremely respectable and nice, ma'am; but her father didn't wear
black coat, and looked quite out of place, ma'am
Mr Piddingquirk--"
"_Who ? "
" Mr Piddingquirk--William that was, ma'am--had white gloves, and
coat like
clergyman, and
lovely chrysanthemum
He looked so nice, ma'am
And
red carpet down, just like for gentlefolks
say
the clerk four shillings, ma'am
real kerridge they had--not
fly
came out of church
rice-throwing, and her two little sisters dropping dead flowers
And someone threw
slipper, and then I threw
boot--"
"Threw
boot_, Jane ! "
"Yes, ma'am
Aimed at her
But it hit him
Yes, ma'am, hard
Gev him
black eye,
think
I only threw that one
I hadn't the heart
again
All the little boys cheered when it hit him
"
After an interval--"
sorry the boot hit him
"
Another pause
The potatoes were being scrubbed violently
"He always _was
bit above me,
, ma'am
And
led away
"
The potatoes were more than finished
Jane rose sharply with
sigh, and rapped the basin down
table

"I don't care," she said
"I don't care
rap
out his mistake yet
It serves me right
stuck up about him
I ought not
looked so high
And
things are as things are
"
My wife was
kitchen, seeing
higher cookery
confession
boot-throwing, she
watched poor Jane fuming with
certain dismay in those brown eyes of hers
But I imagine they softened again very quickly, and then Jane's
met them

"Oh, ma'am," said Jane, with an astonishing change of note, "think of all that
! Oh, ma'am, I
so happy ! I
known, but I didn't know
.
You're very kind to let me talk
, ma'am
.
's hard on me, ma'am
.
it's har-r-r-r-d--"
And I gather that Euphemia
forgot herself
let Jane sob out
fullness of her heart on
sympathetic shoulder
My Euphemia, thank Heaven, has never properly grasped the importance of "keeping up her position
" And since that fit of weeping, much
accent of bitterness has gone out of Jane's scrubbing and brush work

Indeed, something passed the other day
butcher-boy--but that scarcely belongs
story
However, Jane is young still, and time and change are at work with her
We all have our sorrows, but
believe
existence of sorrows that never heal
