John Meredith paced up and down the parlour for a few minutes ; then he went back to his study and sat down . But he did not return to his German theology . He was too grievously disturbed for that . Mrs. Davis had wakened him up with a vengeance . WAS he such a remiss , careless father as she had accused him of being ? HAD he so scandalously neglected the bodily and spiritual welfare of the four little motherless creatures dependent on him ? WERE his people talking of it as harshly as Mrs. Davis had declared ? It must be so , since Mrs. Davis had come to ask for Una in the full and confident belief that he would hand the child over to her as unconcernedly and gladly as one might hand over a strayed , unwelcome kitten . And , if so , what then ? John Meredith groaned and resumed his pacing up and down the dusty , disordered room . What could he do ? He loved his children as deeply as any father could and he knew , past the power of Mrs. Davis or any of her ilk , to disturb his conviction , that they loved him devotedly . But WAS he fit to have charge of them ? He knew -- none better -- his weaknesses and limitations . What was needed was a good woman 's presence and influence and common sense . But how could that be arranged ? Even were he able to get such a housekeeper it would cut Aunt Martha to the quick . She believed she could still do all that was meet and necessary . He could not so hurt and insult the poor old woman who had been so kind to him and his . How devoted she had been to Cecilia !
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