him sped the yellow figure, and right to the end. The seemingly
But, almost insensibly, Jenny's place in Ruth's heart was filled up; there was some one who listened with tender interest to all her little revelations; who questioned her about her early days of happiness, and, in return, spoke of his own childhood--not so golden in reality as Ruth's, but more dazzling, when recounted with stories of the beautiful cream-coloured Arabian pony, and the old picture-gallery in the house, and avenues, and terraces, and fountains in the garden, for Ruth to paint, with all the vividness of imagination, as scenery and background for the figure which was growing by slow degrees most prominent in her thoughts.
It must not be supposed that this was affected all at once, though the intermediate stages have been passed over. On Sunday, Mr. Bellingham only spoke to her to receive the information about the panel; nor did he come to St. Nicholas' the next, nor yet the following Sunday. But the third he walked by her side a little way, and, seeing her annoyance, he left her; and then she wished for him back again, and found the day very dreary, and wondered why a strange, undefined feeling, had made her imagine she was doing wrong in walking alongside of one so kind and good as Mr. Bellingham; it had been very foolish of her to he self-conscious all the time, and if ever he spoke to her again she would not think of what people might say, but enjoy the pleasure which his kind words and evident interest in her might give. Then she thought it was very likely he never would notice her again, for she knew she had been very rude with her short answers; it was very provoking that she had behaved so rudely. She sould be sixteen in another month, and she was still childish and awkward. Thus she lectured herself, after parting with Mr. Bellingham; and the consequence was, that on the following Sunday she was ten times as blushing and conscious, and (Mr. Bellingham thought) ten times more beautiful than ever. He suggested that, instead of going straight home through High Street, she should take the round by the Leasowes; at first she declined, but then, suddenly wondering and questioning herself why she refused a thing which was, as far as reason and knowledge (her knowledge) went, so innocent, and which was certainly so tempting and pleasant, she agreed to go the round; and, when she was once in the meadows that skirted the town, she forgot all doubt and awkwardness--nay, almost forgot the presence of Mr. Bellingham--in her delight at the new, tender beauty of an early spring day in February. Among the last year's brown ruins, heaped together by the wind in the hedgerows, she found the fresh, green, crinkled leaves and pale star-like flowers of the primroses. Here and there a golden celandine made brilliant the sides of the little brook that (full of water in "February fill-dyke") bubbled along by the side of the path; the sun was low in the horizon, and once, when they came to a higher part of the Leasowes, Ruth burst into an exclamation of delight at the evening glory of mellow light which was in the sky behind the purple distance, while the brown leafless woods in the foreground derived an almost metallic lustre from the golden mist and haze of sunset. It was but three-quarters of a mile round by the meadows, but somehow it took them an hour to walk it. Ruth turned to thank Mr. Bellingham for his kindness in taking her home by this beautiful way, but his look of admiration at her glowing, animated face, made her suddenly silent; and, hardly wishing him good-bye, she quickly entered the house with a beating, happy, agitated heart.
"How strange it is," she thought that evening, "that I should feel as if this charming afternoon's walk were, somehow, not exactly wrong, but yet as if it were not right. Why can it be? I am not defrauding Mrs. Mason of any of her time; that I know would be wrong; I am left to go where I like on Sundays. I have been to church, so it can't be because I have missed doing my duty. If I had gone this walk with Jenny, I wonder whether I should have felt as I do now. There must be something wrong in me, myself, to feel so guilty when I have done nothing which is not right; and yet I can thank God for the happiness I have had in this charming spring walk, which dear mamma used to say was a sign when pleasures were innocent and good for us."
She was not conscious, as yet, that Mr. Bellingham's presence had added any charm to the ramble; and when she might have become aware of this, as, week after week, Sunday after Sunday, loitering ramble after loitering ramble succeeded each other, she was too much absorbed with one set of thoughts to have much inclination for self-questioning.
"Tell me everything, Ruth, as you would to a brother; let me help you, if I can, in your difficulties," he said to her one afternoon. And he really did try to understand, and to realise, how an insignificant and paltry person like Mason the dressmaker could be an object of dread, and regarded as a person having authority, by Ruth. He flamed up with indignation when, by way of impressing him with Mrs. Mason's power and consequence, Ruth spoke of some instance of the effects of her employer's displeasure. He declared his mother should never have a gown made again by such a tyrant--such a Mrs. Brownrigg; that he would prevent all his acquaintances from going to such a cruel dressmaker; till Ruth was alarmed at the threatened consequences of her one-sided account, and pleaded for Mrs. Mason as earnestly as if a young man's menace of this description were likely to be literally fulfilled.
"Indeed, sir, I have been very wrong; if you please, sir, don't be so angry. She is often very good to us; it is only sometimes she goes into a passion: and we are very provoking, I dare say. I know I am for one. I have often to undo my work, and you can't think how it spoils anything (particularly silk) to be unpicked; and Mrs. Mason has to bear all the blame. Oh! I am sorry I said anything about it. Don't speak to your mother about it, pray, sir. Mrs. Mason thinks so much of Mrs. Bellingham's custom."
"Well, I won't this time"--recollecting that there might be some awkwardness in accounting to his mother for the means by which he had obtained his very correct information as to what passed in Mrs. Mason's workroom--"but, if ever she does so again, I'll not answer for myself."
"I will take care and not tell again, sir," said Ruth, in a low voice.
- was the especial pride and joy of My Dear and Meriem. The
- other with a courtly flourish, the latter arranged the
- were reversed, this would please me, could I know of it,
- summing up the true nature of man, woman or child, though
- They were approaching the river, and there was a fog to-night!
- names both in the Old and New Testaments, which were apt
- to stay with them. When I was a young fellow, I knew an
- — I was very anxious to come home after several years’
- resting the electric lamp upon one of the little ebony
- Samuel, who for the last ten minutes had been sitting silent
- tour, and subsequently, in quick succession, the others
- Notwithstanding his somewhat frequent excursions abroad
- mist seemed to float above the water. This mist had a familiar
- to which his appearance — for he was a very handsome
- with whom she might be talking, as the sympathetic sometimes
- Across the hall he went into the drawing-room and banged
- On went the Eurasian, up to her waist in the flood, with
- the least. It was “only the Squire’s way,” they said.3
- that when the preliminary party or whatever it may have
- false teeth in their proper home, the boat started and
- which marks the natural boundary of the country that the
- It is reported that a twinkle of the old humour came into
- In many ways he was extraordinarily able, though, if one
- taking her all in all she was perhaps the ablest woman
- Max crossed the threshold hard upon her heels. Three descending
- and so I trust that this offering of a son’s unalterable
- he heard a roar of “Arthur! Arthur!” and not wishing
- was an aunt of mine, Mrs. Fowle, my father’s sister,
- The other he ordered straight westward with orders to halt
- tale Colonel Quaritch, V.C., can be traced to Mr. W. M.
- My father in commanding tones ordered them to do nothing
- piece of history connected with the house is that it was
- event in this quiet retired corner of the world; and nearly
- a crowd in which a policeman had joined, ran harder till
- her character; for that she was too gentle. Her bent no
- to give it to me — and hold it aloft that the sinners
- bivouacked near us. They had no shelter during the rain.
- in vain, for she was filled with a very earnest faith.
- “Rider,” said my father in tones of thunder, “what
- battle of Trafalgar, Nelson’s personal belongings seem
- The wide heavens about her seemed to promise a greater
- by absorbing the beauties of nature, and absorb them you
- Also she had the art of drawing the best out of anyone
- the list it would occur to him that they might have been
- of three-halfpence, two fowls, one of which, the Indian
- husband, the Rev. Mr. Fowle, who was then with her, has
- “Nor they can’t, Squire,” replied Samuel calmly,
- tour, and subsequently, in quick succession, the others
- unlocked the door at the foot of the steps. He turned,
- never ceased to regret this boy, and I remember her crying,