is, God bless him. Indeed now, if he does be a bit foolish at times, and a bad head to you—not that I ever heard that same of him, but your ladyship knows best—isn't it what many a woman has to put up with? and God is good. Indeed now they say, saving your ladyship's presence, that many a time it's the woman's own fault when a man takes a drop too much; and maybe now it would only be at the Christmas or on a fair day. There's plenty wouldn't touch the drink at all only for the way things is carried on at home, not that I'd think it of your ladyship. But, faith, you'd be better going back to him. Musha, God is good."
Mrs. Crossley realised slowly that her fellow-passengers gave her credit for running away from the Archdeacon; that they supposed that the good man had taken to drink; that they suspected her of having driven him to it.
