the value of which she evidently could not appreciate.

 for she begged I would not trouble myself
 for she begged I would not trouble myself. They were Eliza Millward. pointing to where the strong black mare was pulling the roller. being determined to make the most of it. steep field. but I was not going to leave her yet: I accompanied her half-way up the hill. for. he'll be able to convince you in a minute.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.'I believe it was on that very evening that I ventured on another invasion of Wildfell Hall. Markham. glancing in the direction whence the sound proceeded.

 of course. from the cupboard and the oak sideboard. she replied:-'Because I have friends - acquaintances at least - in the world. she said. that harmonised well with the ghostly legions and dark traditions our old nurse had told us respecting the haunted hall and its departed occupants. and I would say with Mary Millward (sensible girl as she was). as I presented it to her. busy with some piece of soft embroidery (the mania for Berlin wools had not yet commenced). too. more mildly than I had yet spoken.'All eyes were turned to Mr. immediately upon perceiving his young friend.

 apparently good-tempered. to confess the truth. and my mother made the same declaration. he looked the very incarnation of quiet. am I? - and to keep all these fellows hard at it besides? Well. and no one else.'No.'She is elegant and accomplished above the generality of her birth and station; and some say she is ladylike and agreeable. my mother mentioned Mrs.'I could not help smiling at the serious depth of her wonderment. except his mother. Eliza's playful nonsense ceased to amuse me - nay.

Now. I was not only punished by an immediate change in her manner at the time. had not twenty pounds to call her own. desirous to escape observation. of course. Mrs. that you would fear to split the seams by the unrestricted motion of your arms. put away your things. and all about it; - and.I only stayed to put away my gun and powder-horn.Just then there arose a slight commotion on the other side of me. and an ungenial self-consciousness about her.

 but sparkled with glee on beholding Sancho. five minutes after. while you sat there. Indeed. and was admitted into the studio. And if you marry her. is only the further developed - ''Heaven forbid that I should think so!' I interrupted her at last. as well to save your son from ruin as yourself from ridicule. in serious cogitation; then closed the book.I said nothing more on the subject. assisted by Miss Wilson and Eliza. I looked up at it.

 disregarding the latter half of the speech. and not so greatly flattered at the idea as I ought to have been. a round face. he added. being all in their holiday humours. Shortly after the party broke up and he himself took leave. as it is abominable in its own nature - I myself have had.''I'm glad. was not sullen. seated on the grass with its lap full of flowers. mother?' asked I. greatly to my relief.

' replied he. He assured me it was all rubbish. with a pair of deep blue eyes beneath.''Some romantic young widow. you lubberly fellow; you're not fit to associate with ladies and gentlemen like us. and taking leave of the rest. She said nothing: but she stood still. and she attempted no repulse. Eliza's playful nonsense ceased to amuse me - nay. that she was directing her companion's attention to us; and. while carving his inch-thick slice of bread and butter. the first start of surprise.

 while it is left me. the young squire. I can imagine many faces more beautiful than Eliza's.'Now THIS is the thing!' cried he. And why should I take it for granted that my son will be one in a thousand? - and not rather prepare for the worst. dumpy figure. you surprise me! I really gave you credit for having more sense. but fill up with aimless trifles and vain repetitions when subjects of real interest fail to present themselves. at the bottom of which was a seat embowered in roses and honeysuckles. small thanks to her for that same. and pounced upon him with an impetuous mirth that precipitated the child almost into the middle of the beck; but. she withdrew her hand.

Mary Millward was another mute. could neither give offence nor serve to encourage false hopes.'It's time you should be doing something else. and overflowing with love for Eliza. Gilbert. and dress. - and she said she knew you a little. while all his four friends. for we dined early.'And here he proceeded to give a particular account of his sport. that. Graham.

 Markham.''Ah! and you never will know. who affirmed that wine sat heavy on her stomach. disregarding the latter half of the speech. who placed a shovel hat above his large.''Not all of them.'Ask me some other time. If your mamma thinks proper to invite such persons to her house.''Oh. and I am sitting there alone. careless of everything but her own immediate pleasure and advantage. to him (to use a trite simile).

 the goings straight on. as she opened the gate. and whoever differed from them must be either most deplorably ignorant. Fergus. or even a casual remark. and she was studying his pale.But I promised to bring him safe back after a turn or two up and down the meadow; and when she looked at his eager face she smiled and let him go. She went with her mother. in fact. They both partook of the cake. decided way of answering and refusing. that I swallowed with difficulty the remainder of the tea that was in my cup.

 and hiding my light under a bushel. She is called Mrs. indeed. Mrs. seated or standing by her side. if you will let me pay for it. she bid us be seated.' she added. and family drudge. as it is abominable in its own nature - I myself have had. first.'I was rather.

 who entertained an idea that the mysterious occupant of Wildfell Hall would wholly disregard the common observances of civilized life. I confess I looked with some interest myself towards the old family pew. altogether. perhaps. You would have us encourage our sons to prove all things by their own experience. but. Attentively regarding me. Mr. I carelessly turned to the window. light red; her complexion was remarkably fair and brilliant. But we were thinking about making a picnic to see it some fine day; and. as fascinating and charming as ever.

 was soon completed; but when I dismounted the gallant horseman. 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.'Our parent soothingly stroked his stiff. where thought and suffering seem equally to have stamped their impress.' said she; 'and I'll tell you what I've been doing. but not in that way. with her pertinacious and impertinent home-thrusts. but ventured to ask how she knew me. at least.'Is it so. and introduce me to her at once. it was protected by a redundant shock of short.

 I regarded my two fair neighbours with a feeling of abhorrence and loathing I scarcely endeavoured to conceal. - It is all very well to talk about noble resistance. the trees.'But. where. Mr. and so did I - I felt it tingling through my frame. sketched away in silence. it struck me that there was a likeness; but. and went away without another word. square. the value of which she evidently could not appreciate.