as　a　boast。　　He　would　scarcely　have　thus　spoken　to　any　one　but
  Etheldred；　to　whom；　as　well　as　to　himself；　it　seemed　mere　matter…of…
  fact。　　The　others　had　in　the　meantime　halted　at　the　top　of　the　hill；
  and　were　looking　back　at　the　townthe　great　old　Minster；　raising　its
  twin　towers　and　long　roof；　close　to　the　river；　where　rich　green
  meadows　spread　over　the　valley；　and　the　town　rising　irregularly　on
  the　slope　above；　plentifully　interspersed　with　trees　and　gardens；　and
  one　green　space　on　the　banks　of　the　river；　speckled　over　with　a　flock
  of　little　black　dots　in　rapid　motion。
  〃Here　you　are！〃　exclaimed　Flora。　　〃I　told　them　it　was　of　no　use　to
  wait　when　you　and　Norman　had　begun　a　dissertation。〃
  〃Now；　Mr。　Ernescliffe；　I　should　like　you　to　say；〃　cried　Ethel；　〃which
  do　you　think　is　the　best；　the　name　of　it；　or　the　thing？〃　　Her
  eloquence　always　broke　down　with　any　auditor　but　her　brother；　or；
  perhaps；　Margaret。
  〃Ethel！〃　said　Norman；　〃how　is　any　one　to　understand　you？　　The
  argument　is　this：　Ethel　wants　people　to　do　great　deeds；　and　be
  utterly　careless　of　the　fame　of　them；　I　say；　that　love　of　glory　is　a
  mighty　spring。〃
  〃A　mighty　one！〃　said　Alan：　〃but　I　think；　as　far　as　I　understand　the
  question；　that　Ethel　has　the　best　of　it。〃
  〃I　don't　mean　that　people　should　not　serve　the　cause　first　of　all；〃
  said　Norman；　〃but　let　them　have　their　right　place　and　due　honour。〃
  〃They　had　better　make　up　their　minds　to　do　without　it；〃　said　Alan。
  〃Remember
  〃The　world　knows　nothing　of　its　greatest　men。〃
  〃Then　it　is　a　great　shame；〃　said　Norman。
  〃But　do　you　think　it　right；〃　said　Ethel；　〃to　care　for　distinction？
  It　is　a　great　thing　to　earn　it；　but　I　don't　think　one　should　care　for
  the　outer　glory。〃
  〃I　believe　it　is　a　great　temptation；〃　said　Alan。　　〃The　being　over…
  elated　or　over…depressed　by　success　or　failure　in　the　eyes　of　the
  world；　independently　of　the　exertion　we　have　used。〃
  〃You　call　it　a　temptation？〃　said　Ethel。
  〃Decidedly　so。〃
  〃But　one　can't　live　or　get　on　without　it；〃　said　Norman。
  There　they　were　cut　short。　　There　was　a　plantation　to　be　crossed；
  with　a　gate　that　would　not　open；　and　that　seemed　an　effectual　barrier
  against　both　Miss　Winter　and　the　donkey；　until　by　persuasive
  eloquence　and　great　gallantry；　Mr。　Ernescliffe　performed　the
  wonderful　feat　of　getting　the　former　over　the　tall　fence；　while
  Norman　conducted　the　donkey　a　long　way　round；　undertaking　to　meet
  them　at　the　other　side　of　the　plantation。
  The　talk　became　desultory；　as　they　proceeded　for　at　least　a　mile
  along　a　cart…track　through　soft…tufted　grass　and　heath　and　young　fir…
  trees。　　It　ended　in　a　broad　open　moor；　stony；　and　full　of　damp　boggy
  hollows；　forlorn　and　desolate　under　the　autumn　sky。　　Here　they　met
  Norman　again；　and　walked　on　along　a　very　rough　and　dirty　road；　the
  ground　growing　more　decidedly　into　hills　and　valleys　as　they
  advanced；　till　they　found　themselves　before　a　small；　but　very　steep
  hillock；　one　side　of　which　was　cut　away　into　a　slate　quarry。　　Round
  this　stood　a　colony　of　roughly…built　huts；　of　mud；　turf；　or　large
  blocks　of　the　slate。　　Many　workmen　were　engaged　in　splitting　up　the
  slates；　or　loading　wagons　with　them；　rude　wild…looking　men；　at　the
  sight　of　whom　the　ladies　shrank　up　to　their　protectors；　but　who
  seemed　too　busy　even　to　spare　time　for　staring　at　them。
  They　were　directed　to　John　Taylor's　house；　a　low　mud　cottage；　very
  wretched　looking；　and　apparently　so　smoky　that　Mr。　Ernescliffe　and
  Norman　were　glad　to　remain　outside　and　survey　the　quarry；　while　the
  ladies　entered。
  Inside　they　found　more　cleanliness　and　neatness　than　they　had
  expected；　but　there　was　a　sad　appearance　of　poverty；　insufficient
  furniture；　and　the　cups　and　broken　tea…pot　on　the　table；　holding
  nothing　but　toast　and　water；　as　a　substitute　for　their　proper
  contents。　　The　poor　woman　was　sitting　by　the　fire　with　one　twin　on
  her　lap；　and　the　other　on　a　chair　by　her　side；　and　a　larger　child　was
  in　the　corner　by　the　fire；　looking　heavy　and　ill；　while　others　of
  different　ages　lounged　about　listlessly。　　She　was　not　untidy；　but
  very　pale；　and　she　spoke　in　a　meek；　subdued　way；　as　if　the　ills　of
  life　were　so　heavy　on　her　that　she　had　no　spirit　even　to　complain。
  She　thanked　them　for　their　gifts　but　languidly；　and　did　not　visibly
  brighten　when　told　that　her　husband　was　better。
  Flora　asked　when　the　babes　would　be　christened。
  〃I　can't　hardly　tell；　Miss'tis　so　far　to　go。〃
  〃I　suppose　none　of　the　children　can　go　to　school？　　I　don't　know　their
  faces　there；〃　said　Flora；　looking　at　a　nice　tall；　smooth…haired　girl
  of　thirteen　or　fourteen。
  〃No；　Miss'tis　so　far。　　I　am　sorry　they　should　not；　for　they　always
  was　used　to　it　where　we　lived　before；　and　my　oldest　girl　she　can　work
  very　nicely。　　I　wish　I　could　get　a　little　place　for　her。〃
  〃You　would　hardly　know　what　to　do　without　her；〃　said　Miss　Winter。
  〃No；　ma'am；　but　she　wants　better　food　than　I　can　give　her；　and　it　is
  a　bad　wild　place　for　a　girl　to　grow　up。　　It　is　not　like　what　I　was
  used　to；　ma'am；　I　was　always　used　to　keep　to　my　school　and　to　my
  churchbut　it　is　a　bad　place　to　live　in　here。〃
  No　one　could　deny　it；　and　the　party　left　the　cottage　gravely。　　Alan
  and　Norman　joined　them；　having　heard　a　grievous　history　of　the
  lawlessness　of　the　people　from　a　foreman　with　whom　they　had　met。
  There　seemed　to　be　no　visible　means　of　improvement。　　The　parish
  church　was　Stoneborough；　and　there　the　living　was　very　poor；　the
  tithes　having　been　appropriated　to　the　old　Monastery；　and　since　its
  dissolution　having　fallen　into　possession　of　a　Body　that　never　did
  anything　for　the　town。　　The　incumbent；　Mr。　Ramsden；　had　small　means；
  and　was　not　a　high　stamp　of　clergyman；　seldom　exerting　himself；　and
  leaving　most　of　his　parish　work　to　the　two　under　masters　of　the
  school；　Mr。　Wilmot　and　Mr。　Harrison；　who　did　all　they　had　time　and
  strength　for；　and　more　too；　within　the　town　itself。　　There　was　no
  hope　for　Cocksmoor！
  〃There　would　be　a　worthy　ambition！〃　said　Etheldred；　as　they　turned
  their　steps　homeward。　　〃Let　us　propose　that　aim　to　ourselves；　to
  build　a　church　on　Cocksmoor！〃
  〃How　many　years　do　you　give　us　to　do　it　in？〃　said　Norman。
  〃Few　or　many；　I　don't　care。　　I'll　never　leave　off　thinking　about　it
  till　it　is　done。〃
  〃It　need　not　be　long；〃　said　Flora；　〃if　one　could　get　up　a
  subscription。〃
  〃A　penny　subscription？〃　said　Norman。　　〃I'd　rather　have　it　my　own
  doing。〃
  〃You　agree　then；〃　said　Ethel；　〃do　you；　Mr。　Ernescliffe？〃
  〃I　may　safely　do　so；〃　he　answered；　smiling。　　Miss　Winter　looked　at
  Etheldred　reprovingly；　and　she　shrank　into　herself；　drew　apart；　and
  indulged　in　a　reverie。　　She　had　heard　in　books　of　girls　writing
  poetry；　romance；　historygaining　fifties　and　hundreds。　　Could　not
  some　of　the　myriads　of　fancies　floating　in　her　mind　thus　be　made
  available？　　She　would　compose；　publish；　earn　moneysome　day　call
  papa；　show　him　her　hoard；　beg　him　to　take　it；　and；　never　owning
  whence　it　came；　raise　the　building。　　Spire　and　chancel；　pinnacle　and
  buttress；　rose　before　her　eyes；　and　she　and　Norman　were　standing　in
  the　porch　with　an　orderly；　religious　population；　blessing　the　unknown
  benefactor；　who　had　caused　the　news　of　salvation　to　be　heard　among
  them。
  They　were　almost　at　home；　when　the　sight　of　a　crowd　in　the　main
  street　checked　them。　　Norman　and　Mr。　Ernescliffe　went　forward　to
  discover　the　cause；　and　spoke　to　some　one　on　the　outskirtsthen　Mr。
  Ernescliffe　hurried　back　to　the　ladies。
  〃There's　been　an　accident；〃　he　said　hastily〃you　had　better　go　down
  the　lane　and　in　by　the　garden。〃
  He　was　gone　in　an　instant；　and　they　obeyed　in　silence。　　Whence　came
  Ethel's　certainty　that　the　accident　concerned　themselves？　　In　an
  agony　of　apprehension；　though　without　one　outward　sign　of　it；　she
  walked　home。　　They　were　in　the　gardenall　was　apparently　as　usual；
  but　no　one　was　in　sight。　　Ethel　had　been　first；　but　she　held　back；
  and　let　Miss　Winter　go　forward　into　the　house。　　The　front　door　was
  openservants　were　standing　about　in　confusion；　and　one　of　the
  maids；　looking　dreadfully　frightened；　gave　a　cry；　〃Oh！　MissMiss
  have　you　heard？〃
  〃Nowhat？　　What　has　happened？　　Not　Mrs。　May〃　exclaimed　Miss
  Winter。
  〃Oh；　ma'am！　it　is　all　of　them。　　The　carriage　is　overturned；　and〃
  〃Who's　hurt？　　Mamma！　papa！　　Oh；　tell　me！〃　cried　Flora。
  〃There's　nurse；〃　and　Ethel　flew　up　to　her。　　〃What　is　it？　　Oh；　nurse！〃
  〃My　poor；　poor　children；〃　said　old　nurse；　passionately　kissing　Ethel。
  Harry　and　Mary　were　on　the　stairs　behind　her；　clinging　together。
  A　stranger　looked　into　the　house；　followed　by　Adams；　the　stableman。
  〃They　are　going　to　bring　Miss　May　in；〃　some　one　said。
  Ethel　could　bear　it　no　longer。　　As　if　she　could　escape；　she　fled
  upstairs　into　her　room；　and；　falling　on　her　knees；　hid　her　face　on
  her　bed。
  There　were　heavy　steps　in　the　house；　then　a　sound　of　hasty　feet
  coming　up　to　her。　　Norman　dashed　into　the　room；　and　threw　himself　on
  a　chair。　　He　was　ghastly　pale；　and　shuddered　all　over。
  〃Oh；　Norman；　Norman；　speak！　　What　is　it？〃　　He　groaned；　but　could　not
  speak；　he　rested　his　head　against　her；　and　gasped。　She　was　terribly
  frightened。　　〃I'll　call〃　and　she　would　have　gone；　but　he　held　her。
  〃Nonothey　can't！〃　　He　was　prevented　from　saying　mor