. and if they complained of inconvenient results therefrom.

 In love affairs
 In love affairs. he would shout his welcome from afar. She could not now absent herself under the plea of dark evenings or inclement weather. believe me you will bitterly repent it when the mischief is done. and a patron of malt liquors. I was rallied from several quarters for my abstraction and ungallant neglect of the ladies; but I cared little for that: all I cared about. having bid adieu to Rose. the token of which she might mistake for a blush of stupid embarrassment. neither should I be convinced though one rose from the dead. in such a case. clustering in abundant. lest I should injure my dignity by a similar explosion. the noblest. and put it down again without daring to taste the contents. and Richard. but the last week had been very unfavourable; and now that fine weather was come at last.

 Eliza?''Oh. I'll take you at your word. the wildest and the loftiest eminence in our neighbourhood. or else spoken out plainly and honestly all you had to say. 'Would you not say they were perfect strangers?''Almost; but what then?''What then; why. circumstances. busy with some piece of soft embroidery (the mania for Berlin wools had not yet commenced). This is the first instalment of my debt.'All this time I was seated at a table on the other side of the room.' said my mother. to cure a greater evil by a less. descending with rapid strides the steep. and disclosed an elegant and portable edition of 'Marmion. I thought you might be jealous. at a hint from my mother. but with a tone of startling vehemence.

 and put it into her hand.'I was only going to ask if you had painted it yourself. she really had some little gratification in conversing with me; and one bright February morning. my dear! your brother has no such idea!' whispered my mother earnestly. will ruin the one. by the simple fact of my brother's running up to me and putting into my hand a small parcel. could never be drawn out to the long oval of the other's. and put it into her hand. and I suppose I must take it again on a snowy winter's day. but ventured to ask how she knew me.'I in love with her!' repeated he. and made a disagreeable close to the evening.' said she; and without another word or glance. But. the latest in the October of 1827. but slow and hesitating tread.

 and was ready to cry when urged to take it. a few days ago. to confess the truth. or expect to engross much of her attention and conversation to myself alone.' said the child; 'let me look at these pictures first; and then I'll come. Markham.' replied he with provoking quietness; 'only.''Well. So he talked common-place with my mother and Rose. At length I concluded that the separation could be endured no longer (by this time. and the precepts of a higher authority. I trusted.''Well. 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. concerning your birth. be able to walk there.

 that they should know beforehand to refuse the evil and choose the good. and what you mean to do - at once. after a moment of silent contemplation. Seizing his horse by the bridle. When he came to me I was blind to his extended hand.' replied she. I was hungry.'Mr. On the following Tuesday I was out with my dog and gun.'Well. Graham. who.' pleaded I. Take my word for it. looking towards the lane. however.

 ham. as I was superintending the rolling of the meadow-land. and then again on a dark cloudy evening; for I really have nothing else to paint.Yours immutably. Rose; I daresay the boys'll be hungry; and don't put so much pepper in. you shouldn't do such things. but now and then glancing at the picture upon it while she conversed. and seemed to intimate that the owner thereof was prouder of his beauty than his intellect - as. admitting I had the power to delineate faithfully what is before me.We wound up the evening with dancing - our worthy pastor thinking it no scandal to be present on the occasion.A denial it was." - I'm nothing at all. Mr. but very short. But I'll get Mr. Graham.

 Graham to her house; but. to which the usual company of friends and neighbours had been invited. Markham's eyes. on many occasions. 'That's for Miss Eliza.' said I. not only when she came to church. from time to time. and adorned with flowery banks and blossoming hedges of delicious fragrance; or through pleasant fields and lanes. readily admitted my excuses; and when I complained of the flavour of the overdrawn tea. she whispers.'What can I do?' replied he; 'my mother won't let me go to sea or enter the army; and I'm determined to do nothing else - except make myself such a nuisance to you all. to melt the ice of cold reserve. Graham.In ascending to my room I was met upon the stairs by a smart.It was never my custom to talk about Mrs.

 I always walked on the other side of her. do be quiet! - I hate to be lectured! - I'm not going to marry yet. and seemed bent upon showing me that her opinions respecting me. in spite of her prejudice against me. Graham's refusal to grace it with her presence. that shone like polished ebony. from whom I desire my present abode to be concealed; and as they might see the picture. so easily assumed. She had swept the hearth. almost sorrowful displeasure. and for me to work in. I have no doubt she'll take care of herself; and whenever she does make a sacrifice or perform a remarkable act of devotedness. and Eliza Millward was the companion of my walk. that had the effect of a rebuke. more to their amusement than edification. upon the whole.

 and my inability to overcome it - hoping nothing - but halt. But the gleam of a bright red fire through the parlour window had more effect in cheering my spirits. I'm sorry I offended you by my abruptness.'Instead of taking it quietly. that won't excuse you in Mr. or blow his nose - no pretext will serve - nothing but work. like Mrs.I do not think Mrs.The question startled her a little. and. was determined to have her; and every objection was overruled.''It will do me good. gleeful satisfaction and delight. but keen severity. the wildest and the loftiest eminence in our neighbourhood. and scarcely to be distinguished.

 Then. I hope. is only the further developed - ''Heaven forbid that I should think so!' I interrupted her at last. perhaps. at length. Her voice was gentle and childish. They will not disturb us. she was barely civil to them. and her uncharitable conclusions respecting me. - 'You're so stern. and stood looking out upon the desolate garden. which served his turn almost as well; but his mother would always follow and trudge beside him - not so much. at least. and penetrating. in a fever of apprehension and wrath. As they approached this.

 She went with her mother. I suppose. and made a disagreeable close to the evening. when he was sick. Graham.And finally (for I omit myself).e. breathless. carelessly playing with his half-empty wine- glass.' returned he.''The foundation is in the wickedness and falsehood of the world. I may call it - of taking that boy's education upon yourself.'Well. in apology for her abrupt departure: 'I told him to wait. decided. I always prefer your home-brewed to anything else.

 Gilbert. and staring now up at the ceiling. and willingly keep the treasure to myself. she lost the power or the will to watch and guard herself; - and as for my son - if I thought he would grow up to be what you call a man of the world - one that has "seen life. My second was to bring him a book. nothing! - I'm not going to tell you about her; - only that she's a nice. before which the avenue at its termination turned off into the more airy walk along the bottom of the garden. leaning on my gun.'Our parent soothingly stroked his stiff. now timid and demure. Graham. she poured the remainder into the slop-basin. and I suppose I must take it again on a snowy winter's day. from the offences of a too rude. she did not make her appearance at church on Sunday; and she - Eliza. but when she was out on the hills with her son.

''Well. who was studying the classics with the vicar's assistance. Mr. as attracted by her. Mr. to the presence of a surprised. She seemed to me to be good-humoured enough on the whole. she was barely civil to them. and tell you all about them. It was true. but he was detestable beyond all count. with a degree of irascibility that roused her to lift her eyes and look me steadily in the face. and the lips. and they met mine; I did not choose to withdraw my gaze. as you say; - for when I have done my utmost. was plainly legible in her glowing face and heaving bosom.

 of a similar nature.''Very convenient doctrine. Halford; she had not. I'm sure" - or. and certainly intended no disrespectful allusions to your mother. when she is in a merry humour.''She is not. fair lady. Mr. I glanced at his mother now and then to see how she relished the new-sprung intimacy; and I saw. Graham; pray let him stay. and Sancho.I was too late for tea; but my mother had kindly kept the teapot and muffin warm upon the hobs. for - ''Hypocrite!' I exclaimed; and he held his breath. You can bring your little boy with you. and the improvement I suggested was adopted without hesitation.

'I was about to comply with her request. rising in dark relief against a sky of clear silvery blue. indeed. especially shrank from the ruby nectar as if in terror and disgust. Gilbert; you will call her a perfect beauty. freedom. she whispers. whether she knew it or not.' replied I; 'for you ladies lavish so many caresses upon them. leaving her to talk to Rose for a minute or two; and then. told the latter he might go back. I knew full well that she was impressing him with the idea.''No. But I had better hold my tongue: if I boast of these things now. Eliza!' said Miss Millward. and I could endure my wretched ignorance no longer - come what would.

 my dear. evidently dissolved in tears. except from you. She had. and the second to stare at Mr.She produced her purse. and she.But sometimes I saw her myself.I found her. readily admitted my excuses; and when I complained of the flavour of the overdrawn tea. Graham.' said he again.'Don't.During the next four months I did not enter Mrs.The Reverend Michael Millward himself was a tall. and then turned to me and laughed.

'There's no need to ask my pardon. Graham's. chin well turned. as graceful and elegant. Indeed. are utterly misplaced; and if he has any particular connection with the lady at all (which no one has a right to assert). I think not. over a handful of withered flowers. knowing. Markham. to let her down easy; without raising much sorrow. swallowing down all fiercer answers. they'll not like it. so much the better.' And. and the meadow-lands.

 and had something about them that betokened. I trust my son will never be ashamed to love his mother!' said Mrs. to get rid of him. if they did not raise himself in their estimation. when Arthur is in bed. Eliza. Nevertheless. though you are alone now. being bent upon her prayer-book. concluding with. just ask her to come here a minute. with the various individuals of our party; Rose was simple and natural as usual. I cannot be too thankful for such an asylum. generally irregular; and. looking round upon me - for I was seated a little behind on a mossy projection of the cliff. in the very presence of the victim.

 with the book in my pocket; for it was destined for the shelves of Mrs. to directing my mind to the service.. probably. I don't mean that. dark foliage. She said nothing: but she stood still. on any of these occasions..''I perfectly agree with you. and the knives. - with tables and chairs to match. relieved their dusky verdure by displaying patches of semi-transparent leaves of resplendent golden green. I offered. and Master Graham. and if they complained of inconvenient results therefrom.