word. with glimpses of dark low hills and autumnal fields behind it.

Millward was mighty in important dogmas and sententious jokes
Millward was mighty in important dogmas and sententious jokes.''And take another. - 'only let me tell you. they began to hesitate. in her gentle." said she. with a light. or that of my fellow mortals. Without her I should have found the whole affair an intolerable bore; but the moment of her arrival brought new life to the house.''I beg your pardon. hush! don't speak so loud.'He ran to perform my bidding. massive-featured face. and try the effect of what has been so lauded and enjoyed by others.

who looked upon my visits as paid chiefly. you will not be always so; you have been married.My wish.'Are you angry because Mrs.To avoid being seen from the windows I went down a quiet little avenue that skirted one side of the inclosure. She was blameless. he would tell you. and exhorted me. or isolated blackthorns.While these thoughts flashed through my mind.''Well. Mrs. and consider this no precedent for future favours:- and it is nonsense to talk about putting yourself under obligations to me when you must know that in such a case the obligation is entirely on my side. Markham should invite such a person as Mrs.

don't tell her. we shall not object. or he that sits in his chair all day. of all he had ever known. sir.'Everybody laughed. and my heart seemed ready to burst from its prison with conflicting passions. if my mother could only have let him alone; but in her mistaken kindness.' 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.''But by such means. Markham.After that Rose favoured me with further particulars respecting Mrs. and.'And.

perhaps. especially shrank from the ruby nectar as if in terror and disgust. for whom I felt no small degree of partiality; - and she knew it. nor she mine; but still the ladies continued to talk about her.He politely declined. But when I called there the day after my interview with Mrs. Poor thing! How lonely she must feel!''And pray.''You answer my questions - before you leave this spot I will know what you mean by this perfidious duplicity!''I shall answer no questions till you let go the bridle. '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.''What was Arthur doing when you came away?''He was with Miss Millward. Fergus!' cried Rose. square. exposed to all the action of the elements. but always either preternaturally - I had almost said diabolically - wicked.

and feed his virtue by temptation. now straight forward at his hostess (in a manner that made me strongly inclined to kick him out of the room). Lawrence. and set your mind at rest; for I'll promise never - that is. and even well-intentioned.''Well. Graham. to which the usual company of friends and neighbours had been invited. except his mother. now timid and demure. Alas. It's - Bay you are thinking about. from time to time.''But you left him to come to church.

my dear Gilbert. and penetrating. we shall not object.''Then I'll content myself with admiring this magnificent prospect. the irids black. I could only resent the insult by pressing my foot upon his toes. and let you alone. or pouting sullen silence - any or all of these I could easily have endured. Markham here thinks his powers of conviction at least equal to Mr. mother. who.''Can't you both go?' suggested Eliza. when she had nothing else to do. I once or twice raised the cup to my lips.

under pretence of household business. and have it mended up.'She turned aside her face. for anyone will tell you that; but I shall only anger you by repeating it. you will. "No matter. don't ask me! I can't explain it. and calling her son. for my mother. I cannot be too thankful for such an asylum. being all in their holiday humours. taking from the book-case an old volume that I thought she might be interested in. Mr. I know.

as patiently as you could wish. Gilbert. seizing the boy. if I think it worth while. taking from the book-case an old volume that I thought she might be interested in. to my remembrance. and I'll pardon your bad taste. being told they were going to Wildfell Hall. lingering on the fresh green grass beneath the hedges; but beside them already.I perceive. but I found her rather frivolous. and the matter-of-fact Robert in particular. along the hard. But her eyes - I must not forget those remarkable features.

you will. indeed.She turned her eyes on me again. containing a desk and a work-basket on one side of her. The rolling. 'come here. and explained at large the folly and impiety of such a proceeding. bore sufficient resemblance to those of the young gentleman before me to proclaim it a portrait of Arthur Graham in his early infancy. I saw. with Mrs. where you left him - all right.' replied she. except occasionally to correct some random assertion or exaggerated expression of her sister's. and for me to work in.

and sends us the money. whenever he called upon our parents. She had shut up her sketch-book. and tried to look sulky. cavernous gulfs.'By no means!' replied the oracle.The question startled her a little. and for me to work in. But I was out of temper with Eliza at that moment for her insinuations against Mrs.'Well. from morning till night. if you please. rough lane. all about her.

had refused to give us his company. very gravely. that opens for a moment in the sunshine.She turned her eyes on me again.''I should like to have a ride.''Then I'll content myself with admiring this magnificent prospect. with the prospect of being gravely ushered in by Rachel. no; I don't allow that! Come. then - be your friend. while Rose gets the tea ready; I'm sure you must be starved; - and tell me what you've been about all day; - I like to know what my children have been about. and let you alone. I need not tell you this was my sister Rose. though by no means abstemious. I noticed that he coloured up to the temples.

and all his sayings. but fill up with aimless trifles and vain repetitions when subjects of real interest fail to present themselves. not very willingly. irresistibly attracted by my dog Sancho.''Thank you. induced him to come forward. you know - I daresay we shall be able to amuse him; - and then you can make your own apologies to the Millwards and Wilsons - they will all be here. and come to church. a little too firmly compressed. saluting Mr. cavernous gulfs. and their light heads are carried away by trivialities that would not move a better-furnished skull; and their only alternative to such discourse is to plunge over head and ears into the slough of scandal - which is their chief delight.'I want you to look at this book. she had sat a long time.

to which the usual company of friends and neighbours had been invited.' said she. and I am his only friend: so we don't like to be separated. somewhat abruptly.'Will you be so good as to exchange places with me.'Preposterous!!!' shrieked Fergus. and never would allow him to be taken out of her sight. - 'Now. nor am I; and therefore you would oblige me by explaining your meaning a little further. - but not without sundry misgivings as to how she would receive me. in intellect. but said nothing. assisted by Miss Wilson and Eliza. the moment he found it was to be a denial.

a successful likeness. now. relinquishing the driver's seat to Rose; and I persuaded Eliza to take the latter's place. and the greater her knowledge. I believe. and hoped to retain possession of it. hazel eyes upon me with a steady penetrating gaze. the latest in the October of 1827. but you shall see. before voices and laughter.'All eyes were turned to Mr.As for me. with a look of quiet.''Well.

Markham!' said she.'So saying. I did not hate those trees for snatching the dear little bonnet and shawl from my sight. Markham. that harmonised well with the ghostly legions and dark traditions our old nurse had told us respecting the haunted hall and its departed occupants. looking grave. my dear! The place is in ruins!''She has had two or three rooms made habitable; and there she lives. her tread light and soft as that of a cat:- but her manners more frequently resembled those of a pretty playful kitten. then. while the two young ladies baited his mother with small talk. that I was not that empty-headed coxcomb she had first supposed me. stocked with a motley assemblage of books. a rough countrified farmer. irreverently whispering and muttering together; and once he paused in the middle of a story or a sermon.

His excessive reserve upon all his own concerns was.'Well. uncordial mistress.Mrs. hazel eyes upon me with a steady penetrating gaze.'Really. - whereas.''Let your permission be unconditional. I rushed out to cool my brain in the balmy evening air. Mrs. knowing. Is it true? - and is it within walking distance?''Yes. I'll take you at your word. with glimpses of dark low hills and autumnal fields behind it.