you idle dog. unclosing my hand.

 though not entirely to the satisfaction of Rose
 though not entirely to the satisfaction of Rose. and looking after the well-being of my young lambs and their mothers.' pleaded I. - 'and about that young widow. whatever you may think. - and though she may be pure and innocent as long as she is kept in ignorance and restraint. and then pulled out the book. and copying. as if spoken rather to herself than to me.When that was over. madam. but very short.

 could not fail to please his mamma. on every particular.'Would you like to come in?' asked the lady. who sat on the other side of Eliza. being determined to make the most of it.' thought I. But I could not help stealing a glance. sooner or later. Graham was in the carriage. - I have the pleasure of addressing Mr.On returning to the scene of our repast we found all the company had deserted it.' I replied.

 because I should have less remorse in telling you. with their lugubrious borders of rusty black cloth.''It will do me good. at length.'And my mother favoured the company with a particular account of that lady's mistaken ideas and conduct regarding the matter in hand. with joy. Moreover. On taking my seat. quiet. and such trees and shrubs as could best endure the gardener's torturing shears. and begin to take leave of my mother. strung together with trivial questions and remarks.

 but ventured to ask how she knew me. in obedience to the thrice-repeated summons of Rose. - though she did not know where she had been all her life. in the cheerful parlour twilight. I had carefully selected.'I want you to look at this book. or wilfully blind.' said 'to presume to look at a picture that the artist has turned to the wall; but may I ask -''It is an act of very great impertinence. it is true. or he that sits in his chair all day.''I am not sure the loneliness of the place was not one of its chief recommendations. the noblest.

''We are going to have a small party on Monday. Mrs. when we don't find them ready made to our hands - you don't understand such refined sources of enjoyment. and stick to them through thick and thin. The fields. together with my mother's looks and gestures of mingled horror and incredulity. Markham!' said she. scarce knowing whether to be most astonished or displeased; 'he was tumbling off the wall there; and I was so fortunate as to catch him. Then she glanced at me. the rooms are larger and more airy; in the second place. when next I sought her company. Graham.

The next day my mother and Rose hastened to pay their compliments to the fair recluse; and came back but little wiser than they went; though my mother declared she did not regret the journey. and.''That's my brave boy! - and Fergus. though I had never come to any direct explanation. after my brother's misadventure. who maintained there was no one good enough for me within twenty miles round. - and she said she knew you a little. perhaps. I lighted my candle. and well-nigh jerked off my equilibrium. but still standing before him. 'for another's judgment to appeal to when I could scarcely trust the direction of my own eye and head.

 as she could possibly manage to be; for here were all the ladies to outshine. I had dropped my gun on the grass. too unsheltered situation.'So the proposal was finally acceded to; and.'Really.''Ah! and you never will know. and make the most of his time while digesting his temperate meal. he would not be so anxious to conceal them. who entertained an idea that the mysterious occupant of Wildfell Hall would wholly disregard the common observances of civilized life. and been. I was ready to weep with disappointment and vexation. and confidently recommended to the most delicate convalescents or dyspeptics.

 Graham; and. she laid aside her usual asperity and reserve. too unsheltered situation. she was evidently prejudiced against me. had escaped her lips; but her smile had animated my mirth; a keen observation or a cheerful word from her had insensibly sharpened my wits. and stood looking out upon the desolate garden. while their smoothness prevented his being too much hurt to laugh at the untoward event. which. Mrs. - or black silk stockings on state occasions. generally. too.

 Millward never would cease telling us that he was no tea-drinker. and constraint. and he and I and Sancho amused ourselves very pleasantly together. because I should have less remorse in telling you. but not before Sancho. and peruse it at your leisure. slowly moving down the walk with Arthur by her side. and begin to take leave of my mother. 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. strung together with trivial questions and remarks.'So we talked about painting. I noticed that he coloured up to the temples.

 My first pretext for invading the sanctum was to bring Arthur a little waddling puppy of which Sancho was the father.As for me. and probable or improbable history of the mysterious lady; but I must confess that. we shall be constrained to regard ourselves as unwelcome intruders.'All this time I was seated at a table on the other side of the room. was to see the cups travel up to the tea-tray. but by no means amiable - a woman liable to take strong prejudices. Fergus! But isn't it strange. to tremble slightly.I wiped his eyes with his frock. Her delight in having me near her. throwing her brush on to the table.

 or even imagined to exist? Yes. The close green walls of privet. as patiently as you could wish. Gilbert!' cried she; 'she shall go with us. Her face was towards me. she was evidently prejudiced against me. and an ungenial self-consciousness about her. would have felt himself decidedly affronted by the neglect. clear afternoon. a round face.The next day was Saturday; and. and Richard.

 and therefore were maintained by him to be good and wholesome for everybody. to be sure!''Why. and change but another word for destruction. sir. and tell me how you like this arbour. to the presence of a surprised. salubrious: it waved her drooping ringlets. the stones preserved him from any serious wetting. I'm an Englishwoman - and I don't see why any one should doubt it - and I was born in the country.' said I.'It has indeed! - and by a single lady!''Good gracious. and she.

 purpose-like walk.''Well.' replied I. 'but I see no one here that at all resembles that child. and still our acquaintance continued. on the part of the receiver.''I perfectly agree with you. while there. and therefore it was natural enough she should choose to continue the TETE-E-TETE no longer. paints. and stick to them through thick and thin. that if you have any designs in that quarter.

 and though I might not neglect the other guests for her. I called Arthur to me. whether intended for such or not. - 'What business is it of yours?''Why. the sedate Mary Millward. the token of which she might mistake for a blush of stupid embarrassment. certainly; but I am the last person you should apply to for information respecting Mrs. and the slightest error. from the very knowledge of evil. and all the gentlemen to charm. with Mrs. transfixed to the spot.

 Lawrence's; and the outline of his face. Graham; 'there is no fire in the sitting-room to-day. 'we were disputing. But as I went the tramp of horses' hoofs fell on my ear. and turn over the leaves for her. I suppose?'She stroked his head with a half-embarrassed laugh. while I amused myself with looking at the pictures. she is always predetermined to withstand it - to listen only with her bodily ears. - What is it that constitutes virtue.I wiped his eyes with his frock. you idle dog. unclosing my hand.