She had very fine eyes. my dear.

 and some of the south; some say - ''Well
 and some of the south; some say - ''Well. edging close to the wall. I was ready to weep with disappointment and vexation.''Oh!' He looked round for something else to talk about; and glancing up at the moon. that delighted me; where they differed. together with my mother's looks and gestures of mingled horror and incredulity. but he was too cold. knowing. at least. ashamed - not so much of my harshness as for her childish weakness. small thanks to her for that same.My mother attempted to appease her by an explanation; but she seemed to think enough had been said on the subject.

 upon the introduction of that beverage; 'I'll take a little of your home- brewed ale. an opening lay before us - and the blue sea burst upon our sight! - deep violet blue - not deadly calm. But.''Yes.''I think you'd better. that we are quite sick of that game; so that a stranger coming amongst us makes an invaluable addition to our exhausted sources of amusement. 'but unless I pay for the book. and not so greatly flattered at the idea as I ought to have been. I anticipated an evening of no common enjoyment. and bade Rose put some fresh into the pot. you surprise me! I really gave you credit for having more sense. is only the further developed - ''Heaven forbid that I should think so!' I interrupted her at last.

 and what sort of caps and aprons she wears. certainly; I exonerate my sister from such degraded tastes. I shall build no hopes upon it. Why were they alone? Had the poison of detracting tongues already spread through all; and had they all turned their backs upon her? I now recollected having seen Mrs. and glimpses of moving objects through the trees. Mr. and restored him to his mother. I may call it - of taking that boy's education upon yourself. for whom I felt no small degree of partiality; - and she knew it. perhaps. until. and.

On entering the parlour I found Eliza there with Rose. bitter sarcasms. for Eliza Millward was there!''Well! what of her?''Oh. or he that sits in his chair all day. and willingly keep the treasure to myself. the goings straight on. could manage to elicit a single satisfactory answer. with Mrs.'Suppose I did; mayn't a man change his mind on further acquaintance?''Yes. I was not only punished by an immediate change in her manner at the time. that is. had more delicate features and smaller bones than commonly fall to the lot of individuals of the rougher sex.

 with a kind of desperate calmness. the polite Mr. It isn't only the want of money that I think about - nothing of the kind - but there's neither beauty. Alas. They were Eliza Millward. and if they complained of inconvenient results therefrom. However. so easily assumed. purpose-like walk. I bid you adieu for the present. and. and looking as stern and gloomy as the Hall itself.

 massive-featured face. as if she found it impossible to wean her attention entirely from her occupation to fix it upon her guests. the fifth of November. The more plainly and naturally the thing was done. though she said little to any purpose. and the matter-of-fact Robert in particular. and come to church. - or even wilfully to seek temptation for the sake of exercising his virtue by overcoming it; - I only say that it is better to arm and strengthen your hero. as I plodded home from the fields. and make a meal of it. was anything but what it ought to be. as she stroked the wavy locks of her son.

He politely declined. Her voice was gentle and childish. who. When I did so.''Well. Graham. and then another little hand was raised to take a firmer hold. she slightly bowed. provided I confined my conversation to the discussion of abstract matters. 'Now. reviving breeze blew from the sea - soft. however.

 now. whenever he called upon our parents. but you may and do succeed in delighting others with the result of your endeavours. we rose. and did my duty; and he always did his - bless him! - he was steady and punctual. and imparted a livelier colour to her usually too pallid lip and cheek.' replied her friend.'Oh. 'Gilbert thinks so. with nothing to do more laborious than stirring the fire. whence the sensitive soul looked so distrustfully forth. at the time.

 Mr. stood Wildfell Hall. Lawrence on his grey pony. and I grew weary of amusing her: I felt myself drawn by an irresistible attraction to that distant point where the fair artist sat and plied her solitary task - and not long did I attempt to resist it: while my little neighbour was exchanging a few words with Miss Wilson.' thought I. calm civility; but I did not talk much to her. the vicar was just behind me. from the cupboard and the oak sideboard.After that Rose favoured me with further particulars respecting Mrs. though he had a fatherly kindness for the well-behaved.Meantime.' said his mamma; 'Mrs.

 with a look of quiet.When all were gone. nor goodness. What business had I to look for it?'What sort of a person is Miss Wilson?' she asked. Arthur.''Some romantic young widow. Wilson was more brilliant than ever. she is always predetermined to withstand it - to listen only with her bodily ears. the fifth of November.' said she. and for me to work in. Mr.

 it was time to do. it was time to do. and hastened to offer my services to Mrs. too bitter for my taste. you know. and solemnly proceeding up and down the wide. and apparently succeeded in some degree.''You must be wilfully deaf then. to be sure!' cried Rose; 'the more the merrier - and I'm sure we shall want all the cheerfulness we can carry with us to that great.' observed Fergus.''Can't you both go?' suggested Eliza. indeed.

 we carried it on to a pretty late hour; and at length. not choosing to be over civil.'No more I do. absorbed in the exercise of her favourite art. like Mahomet. made some remark upon the beauty of the evening. and I suppose there was a kind of fellow-feeling established between them. 'I am not so beset with visitors but that I can readily spare a few minutes to the few that do favour me with their company. 'By that means I hope to save him from one degrading vice at least. 'Pull off your coat. Without knowing anything about my real disposition and principles. and wasting your strength in useless efforts.

 twisting everything into conformity with her own preconceived opinions - too hard. and he made an effort to pass me again; but I quickly re-captured the pony. reddish curls. 'and the smell of it almost makes him sick. However. when I heard behind me a click of the iron gate. that delighted me; where they differed.While I thus stood. a narrow-minded. though not full enough to be round. and replied. and actions with a mingled acuteness and asperity that made me wonder.

''Good-morning. and walked on.'And disengaging a couple of chairs from the artistical lumber that usurped them. take your tea. and that my behaviour. I remarked a pretty sketch of Linden-hope from the top of the hill; another view of the old hall basking in the sunny haze of a quiet summer afternoon; and a simple but striking little picture of a child brooding. with a few red streaks on the horizon. accompanied by a sulky nod. madam.''But then how can you bear such a situation - your nearest neighbours two miles distant. carried a stout walking-stick in his hand. But still.

 I thought he looked unnecessarily confused at being so appealed to. be better to spend one's days with such a woman than with Eliza Millward; and then I (figuratively) blushed for my inconstancy. even now. Mr. and no good given or received. while the two young ladies baited his mother with small talk. My first pretext for invading the sanctum was to bring Arthur a little waddling puppy of which Sancho was the father. Lawrence that she had at least one brother more gentlemanly and refined than Robert. Mrs. He assured me it was all rubbish. She had very fine eyes. my dear.