for a Lady and Gentleman was Met in Simpl

worthy gentleman imagined he must have persisted in clamouring for admission because he suspected, that if at home, she would requir

ding him enter the passage. She wore a bl

r mistress, in head-covering, cloak, scarf and shawl. Telling her to scour the kitchen for firewood, Di

deeply a

are colder than out of doors

d him to

light made her dark rich

tomorrow morning. The old couple who are in charge sleep in the village to-nigh

or so

ou return f

days

visit to Copsle

ly as I

endliness. You hav

hav

to his pocket

m. Danvers had brought firewood and coal. Orders were given to her, and in spite of the opp

this. I can lay

firewood and matches, like a housemaid. Danvers proceeded on her mission, and Redworth eyed D

re; the dark large eyes full on the brows; the proud line of a straight nose in right measure to the bow of the lips; reposeful red lips, shut, and their curve of the slumber-smile at the corners. Her forehead was broad;

That which was proper to her position, complexion, and the hour, surely marked her appearance. Unaccountably this night, the fair fleshly pre

and to lose her! Redw

to the full the husband's jealousy of her good name. And a lover, that without the claims of the alliance, can be wounded on her behalf, is less distracted in his homage by the personal luminary, to which man's manufacture of balm and incense is mainly drawn when his love is wounded. That contemplation of her incomparable beauty, with the multitude of his ideas fluttering round it, did somewhat shake the personal luminary in Redworth. He was conscious of pangs. The question bit him: How far had she been indiscreet or wilful? and the bite of it was a keen acid to his nerves. A woman doubted by her husband, is always, and even to her champions in the first hours of the noxious rumour, until they had solidified in confidence through service, a creature of the wilds, marked for our ancient running. Nay, more than a cynical world, these latter will be sensible of it. Th

s and said: 'Now, plea

er for consigning him to fir

tors: her mistress had nothing but tea and bread and butter to offer him. Danvers uttered no

in his ears as he walked from end to end of the room; an illusion of his fancy pricked by a

o extremities on a mad suspici

s all cloud. As usual with these conjurations of a face, the index of the nature conceived by him displayed itself, and no more; but he took it for t

Danvers to enter

iana jo

at one is ready for supper soon after it,' she s

inn,' he

th beds. On nights like this I have got up and scraped the frost from my window-panes to see them step into the old fly

his heart sank to see that she who smiled to encourage his eati

winkling footmen's calves. Yet you see her here in a desolate house, consenting to cold, and I know not what, terrors of ghosts! poor soul. I have some mysterious attraction for her. She would not le

ter. The merit of warmth pertained to the beverage. 'I th

e green, the mixtures; each thinking of the attack to come, and the defence. Meantim

iana said, and looked really happy at

n speaking of her maid's love of na

d and butter is fat

ve the mean

t him talking of himself. So flowing was she, and so sweet the motion of her mouth in utterance, that

eam from her dairy, and we bought fresh-plucked wortleberries, and stewed them in a hollow of the furzes, and ate them with ground biscuits and

notion

very successf

de extremes in our calculation

'you always have fait

since the day of his hearing of her engagement. He muttered of his

o,' sa

itiv

not th

now

will never persuade

e head, and rejoined 'I hope I

r poor land of herds and flocks; and night fell, and the moon sprang up,

the one thing

urious despite her wariness. 'Is there to be the revelation of a hairshirt ultimately?-a Journal o

aid, and laughed off her fortuitous thrust st

our way, and dined at The Three Ravens, and

y-or at least I

them here. We sell them per

chyard, and bellowed after them with all my lungs. I wanted directions to The

ying lions! One of your ghosts carried a loaf of bread, and dropped it in fright; one carried a pound of fresh butter for

head, forgetfu

t his chair and walked to the mantelpiece. I

ady Dunstane's l

ded. 'I

sist her ap

mus

to bear it well. You will

y! Fu

a stand. Lady Dunstane has a clear head. She sees what has to be endured by you. Consider: she appeals to me to bring you her letter. Would

f the

good sense. For I do not believe

. Let him carry i

edom! That was the secret in her heart. She had struck o

ise them. If my friends have faith in

us. Consider a moment: to your friends you are the Diana Merion they knew, and they will not suffer an injury

l, if the

of the shock to her. L

f she even wishes me

his pleading to per

ly in the dark as if yo

to him, and stopped paralyzed. 'Ten years older, I could discuss my sit

ld not dream of f

e to The Crossways. She-no one but myself can see the w

hat which your presence would arrest

ther chair. 'Go I must, I cannot turn back. She saw my old attachment to this pl

ed at you in your absence will strik

to have a friend,' said Dia

ncy, means one he

ng. She and Emma had spoken, written, the very words. She drew forth her

ve her to her feelings-trustier guid

the judgement he thought erratic for the moment. 'Night is a calm adviser. L

ed through a furnace, scorching enough to him, though hers was the del

itality was not pressed. The offer of it seemed to him significant of an unwary cordiality and thoughtlessness of

od night,

eceive him; and it was a consolation to her desire for freedom, until she reflected on