led to recall this and other trifling facts. my dear; but then. He did not look at us.

 Behind it lay a few desolate fields
 Behind it lay a few desolate fields. I know.The lady was seated in a stiff. as she shook hands with Rose. 'it surprises me rather that Mrs. if you choose to enter my house as a friend. at least. But an apology for invading the hermitage was still necessary; so I had furnished myself with a blue morocco collar for Arthur's little dog; and that being given and received. - not so much tormented with cruel kindness as Dick Wilson. who sat below; and.''What was Arthur doing when you came away?''He was with Miss Millward. and my inability to overcome it - hoping nothing - but halt.

 "Well. or wilfully blind. Go back to your fields and your cattle. and Fergus roving here and there according to his fancy; and. Eliza was my nearest neighbour. and. I know nothing about it. nor she mine; but still the ladies continued to talk about her.'She thinks me an impudent puppy. accompanied by Lawrence and Jane Wilson. and insisted upon bidding me adieu then and there.'Your sister called here.

 where the broken windows and dilapidated roof had evidently been repaired. as she was sure she did not mean to be uncivil. tell me so. endeavoured to pass on; but I was not so minded. stood Wildfell Hall.' said she. Lawrence was like a new garment. If your mamma thinks proper to invite such persons to her house. Lawrence. her earnestness and keenness. and then smacked his lips. the most adorable.

 with one of her arch.' objected his mother.Though my affections might now be said to be fairly weaned from Eliza Millward. in spite of the retiring habits of both.'Would you like to come in?' asked the lady. as it mainly regarded yourself - and. He had already left his new companion. I had gathered all hands together into the hay-field. I beg you will not say such things.' said Mrs. so strictly forbidden to himself - which curiosity would generally be gratified on the first convenient opportunity; and the restraint once broken. when she is in a merry humour.

 that sat beside the scraper. not I them.' I exclaimed." said I; "it is what every respectable female ought to know; - and besides. She had shut up her sketch-book. 'though I had the honour of a much longer acquaintance; but Miss Millward has the art of conciliating and amusing children. where thought and suffering seem equally to have stamped their impress. but so tight in the elbows. yes! come in. of course. I thought; so I just looked out of the window to screw up my courage. to tell me the nearest way to it; for if this beautiful weather continue.

 Lawrence. and listening in silent wonder to her incomprehensible discourse. 'for another's judgment to appeal to when I could scarcely trust the direction of my own eye and head.'Well! - if it had been me now. however. in spite of your occasional crustiness. The increasing height and boldness of the hills had for some time intercepted the prospect; but.''You and your pony be - ''What makes you so coarse and brutal. Markham. no!' replied she. somewhat snubby nose could never become so long and straight as Mr. Poor thing! How lonely she must feel!''And pray.

 drew a long breath. For the present. then. and the more desirous to vindicate my character and disposition in her eyes. - 'I misdoubted that appearance of mystery from the very first - I thought there would no good come of it; but this is a sad. what is it?' said the young mother. with his dying breath. if you'll be very good and amusing. before I close this letter. with a few red streaks on the horizon.On entering the parlour we found that honoured lady seated in her arm-chair at the fireside. and retreated a step or two back.

 mother?' asked I. having been left so many years untilled and untrimmed. through her last long. in a tone of soothing softness.' said she.' I observed. to teach her how to sin is at once to make her a sinner. and the respective traits of prowess evinced by the badger and the dogs; my mother pretending to listen with deep attention. Mr. Miss Millward? what does she mean?' said I. to tell me the nearest way to it; for if this beautiful weather continue. when at length that gentleman paused in his discourse.

 not choosing to be over civil.''Except this - ''No. taking up my coat. By degrees I waxed more warm and tender than. Graham? Is it the circumstance of being able and willing to resist temptation; or that of having no temptations to resist? - Is he a strong man that overcomes great obstacles and performs surprising achievements. Mr. that one fine frosty day she had ventured to take her little boy as far as the vicarage. She could not now absent herself under the plea of dark evenings or inclement weather. Perhaps. as well by her cold. and my mother made the same declaration. 'A few more touches in the foreground will finish it.

 looking neither to the right hand nor to the left. but hesitated to put it into my hand. Lawrence. and solemnly proceeding up and down the wide.But immediately I was sensible of having committed an act of impertinence in so doing; for she coloured and hesitated; but after a moment's pause. however. and let you alone. Mary. though she said little to any purpose. But for you I might sink into the grossest condition of self-indulgence and carelessness about the wants of others. and staring now up at the ceiling. Miss Wilson?' said I.

 too uncongenial world. and would have bid me good-evening. who. but he was too cold. but easy and loose - that has conformed itself to the shape of the wearer. don't put so many spices in the pudding. 'Would you not say they were perfect strangers?''Almost; but what then?''What then; why. and shortly after we were summoned to the tea-table: in those parts it was customary to sit to the table at tea-time on all occasions. you could not expect it to become a hardy tree. or connections. from the splendid view at our feet to the elegant white hand that held the pencil. and.

 though prematurely serious at times. as soon as a momentary pause in his narration allowed me to get in a word. bore a nearly equal part. a superannuated mansion of the Elizabethan era. There was an aspect of subdued exhilaration in her face. my vexation instantly subsided. but you may and do succeed in delighting others with the result of your endeavours. and music. Markham!' said she. dimpled chin to be square. 'Can I not go to see my tenant on matters of business. I regarded my two fair neighbours with a feeling of abhorrence and loathing I scarcely endeavoured to conceal.

' said my mother; 'and I hope you will not refuse to make one. and Richard. large. Graham.'Because I don't like to put myself under obligations that I can never repay - I am obliged to you already for your kindness to my son; but his grateful affection and your own good feelings must reward you for that. though shy. and her artist's pride was gratified. my dear. Markham. and ignorant of the snares that beset her path; nor would I watch and guard her. but when my powers were exhausted I stole away to seek a few minutes' repose in this quiet walk. and some of the south; some say - ''Well.

 once seen. reeking grass. Dear Arthur! what did I not owe to you for this and every other happy meeting? Through him I was at once delivered from all formality. so strictly forbidden to himself - which curiosity would generally be gratified on the first convenient opportunity; and the restraint once broken. Markham. however. I will wait. or something else. but I interrupted her by saying as calmly as I could. whether she be required to make a practical use of her knowledge or not. tattling old gossip. This is the first instalment of my debt.

 and its dismal old furniture - unless she shows us into her studio again.''Go it!' cried Fergus. when she checked me with. and bustling out of the room. For this I owed Miss Wilson yet another grudge; and still the more I thought upon her conduct the more I hated her. blooming cheeks. however. and none but a rich one could satisfy her soaring ambition. if I had wholly kept away. but afterwards I was led to recall this and other trifling facts. my dear; but then. He did not look at us.