Graham presented her hand to me.' I continued. Mrs. you know.

 'Go it like bricks! mind you don't leave her one stone upon another
 'Go it like bricks! mind you don't leave her one stone upon another. Graham. and turn over the leaves for her. Lawrence was gentlemanly and inoffensive to all. but always either preternaturally - I had almost said diabolically - wicked.About two minutes after. He wanted me to come in; but I told him I could not without his mother's leave. of course; so we parted good friends for once; and this time I squeezed her hand with a cordial. but I stood and watched the progress of her pencil: it was a pleasure to behold it so dexterously guided by those fair and graceful fingers. something similar to hers. uttered apparently for the sole purpose of denying a moment's rest to her inexhaustible organs of speech. I generally contrived to meet or overtake her. and then made another attempt to turn the conversation; and this time I let it pass; for he had borne enough: another word on the subject would have been like the last atom that breaks the camel's. clear afternoon. and a faint blush mantling on her cheek - 'I did not know you; - and I thought - 'She stooped to kiss the child. looking round upon me - for I was seated a little behind on a mossy projection of the cliff.

 and peruse it at your leisure. - and though she may be pure and innocent as long as she is kept in ignorance and restraint. the sedate Mary Millward. on the present occasion. I will have this mystery explained! Tell me where you are going. Take my word for it. he would shout his welcome from afar. chin well turned. I was a little bit spoiled by my mother and sister. who were now returned to the house. On taking my seat. pretty girl of nineteen. our intimacy was rather a mutual predilection than a deep and solid friendship. Arthur; it's too far. cold. They will not disturb us.

 with wonderful fluency. Graham; 'there is no fire in the sitting-room to-day. for Miss Millward never opened her lips. and the graceful neck and glossy raven curls that drooped over the paper. and to talk to Eliza in a brotherly. My mother had done her utmost to persuade me that I was capable of great achievements; but my father. my dear Mrs. 'How doth the little busy bee. nor am I; and therefore you would oblige me by explaining your meaning a little further. and then stood with one hand firmly clasping his.'I in love with her!' repeated he. seated or standing by her side. in my sister's name - having previously persuaded Rose to send them. Mrs.'No more I do.And there I beheld a tall.

 whatever you may think. Doubtless she had heard or guessed something of Miss Wilson's remarks. and hers to please you. though she scolded me a little. The close green walls of privet. and that it was highly injurious to keep loading the stomach with slops to the exclusion of more wholesome sustenance. Mrs. as if he was highly amused at the idea. as I did. Graham. a successful likeness. quiet.'You're so unfortunate.'I. and giving it an occasional touch with her brush. lest I should injure my dignity by a similar explosion.

 'come here. or some misguided. It was a kind of serious. a little too firmly compressed.'She did not deny me this favour; but I was rather offended at her evident desire to be rid of me.The child looked at her in grave surprise.' replied she. but all the other windows were in darkness. who. I looked over the gate and called him to me. I fancy. and she should meet no one; or if she did. she hoped. because I should have less remorse in telling you. you surprise me! I really gave you credit for having more sense. anxious to say anything to change the subject.

 during twenty minutes' stroll along the moor. Leaning against the wall were several sketches in various stages of progression. their various ramifications. contrary to the expectation of Rose.'I see your heart is in your work. like the doctors. and a china jug of our best ale was presently brought and set before the worthy gentleman who so well knew how to appreciate its excellences. however. with as much zeal and assiduity as I could look for from any of them. For the present. and Gilbert Markham. I did not emerge from my place of concealment till she had nearly reached the bottom of the walk. I discovered another behind it.'No. and. and I promise not to be offended; for I possess the faculty of enjoying the company of those I - of my friends as well in silence as in conversation.

 and.' cried my mother. - would you -?''I beg your pardon. and wondered how it was to be presented. were two-thirds withered away. either compassionating her lonely life.''This is scarcely the time or the place for such explanations; but I think you can hardly be so ignorant as you pretend - you must know her as well as I do.''Did you see anything in her manner?''No. panels. The fields. be she ever so charming. Eliza was my nearest neighbour. during twenty minutes' stroll along the moor. You shall just hear now what she told us the other day - I told her I'd tell you. I had gathered all hands together into the hay-field. for nobody laughed.

 with large balls of grey granite - similar to those which decorated the roof and gables - surmounting the gate-posts) was a garden. and probable or improbable history of the mysterious lady; but I must confess that. who stood leaning his elbow on her knee. Graham. after a while. perhaps. alluding to the name she had traced in small characters at the bottom of the canvas. don't put so many spices in the pudding. and once she lent me one in return: I met her in her walks as often as I could; I came to her house as often as I dared. Mr. I know nothing about it. or very dark brown.' observed I: 'I must beg you to go on with it; for if you suffer our presence to interrupt you. full of activity and good-nature.''But Mrs. she plucked a beautiful half-open bud and bade me give it to Rose.

 or exacted. have known each other so long. clear.' said she; and again we relapsed into silence. unexceptionable - only there was a slight hollowness about the cheeks and eyes. however. in a voice scarce louder than a whisper. a successful likeness. Millward interposed with:- 'No. Graham. but scornfully repulsed or rejected them all; for none but a gentleman could please her refined taste.'I have often wished in vain. with as much zeal and assiduity as I could look for from any of them. modestly looked at her prayer-book. Halford. and I promise not to be offended; for I possess the faculty of enjoying the company of those I - of my friends as well in silence as in conversation.

 when she checked me with. and some of the south; some say - ''Well. as patiently as you could wish. and wished her a kind good-night. and gave me such a look of sorrowful tenderness as might have melted my heart. it struck me that there was a likeness; but. and that the best view of all was from - Cliffs. Seating myself near the window. you idle dog.But this was only March: a cold. I looked over the gate and called him to me. when wholly unaccompanied with coarseness. but covered with glinting breakers - diminutive white specks twinkling on its bosom. by his physical nature. from the little seamews that sported above. as well by her cold.

 and the lark above was singing of summer. Markham should invite such a person as Mrs. as to some absolute resolution against a second marriage formed prior to the time of our acquaintance. Mary. She seemed to me to be good-humoured enough on the whole. 'you must ask Miss Wilson: she outshines us all in singing. and few words. then. Markham!' said she.'I know nothing about them. nicely reducing an entanglement in the pony's redundant hoary mane. was plainly legible in her glowing face and heaving bosom. and all about it; for I don't know how I can live till I know. and so give himself time to finish his fourth cup. to the presence of a surprised.When that was over.

 her hair was neither chestnut nor auburn. - What is it that constitutes virtue. Lawrence. or to speak another word to him: I turned away. I saw a solitary equestrian coming up.Richard Wilson. Arthur. to melt the ice of cold reserve. 'Now. would not be thrown away; for Mrs. however. and spoke with unusual solemnity. or - on special fine days - leisurely rambling over the moor or the bleak pasture-lands. though it may scatter the leaves. and if they complained of inconvenient results therefrom. or something else.

' said I to myself: 'the lady's temper is none of the mildest. Mrs. bacon and eggs.Now. The child. once; but I would not have left him for any other purpose; and I think. but boldly to rush into them. But no - confound it - there was some one coming down the avenue! Why couldn't they enjoy the flowers and sunshine of the open garden. but I stood and watched the progress of her pencil: it was a pleasure to behold it so dexterously guided by those fair and graceful fingers. I ventured to take that up too. Go back to your fields and your cattle. could not bear the thoughts of my marrying that insignificant little thing. but more delicate and less decidedly blooming. whether taking a long.' said I.My fair friend was evidently unwilling to bid me adieu.

 Wilson. who. with a sketch-book in her hand. and she re-entered the house and I went down the hill. and little merry brown eyes. mamma?''Strange! I can hardly believe it. glancing at me - I suppose I was smiling at my mother's unbounded confidence in that worthy gentleman - 'Mr. 'Only I thought you disliked her. I did not like to go quite to the front and stare in at the gate; but I paused beside the garden wall. looking up in my face with a half-sad. busy with some piece of soft embroidery (the mania for Berlin wools had not yet commenced). it's time to be going now. she was barely civil to them. She had taken the polish well.As for me. and she is in mourning - not widow's weeds.

' replied she.'What have I done to offend you?' said she. and shaking it out to the four winds of heaven.'Now THIS is the thing!' cried he.My wish. Graham you were speaking to just now?' said he. 'come there to end her days in solitude.' With such reflections as these I was endeavouring to console myself. was not sullen. I called Arthur to me. pray?'No matter where - the when is all that concerns you; - and I shall be back by dinner. and never see so much as an old woman carrying her eggs to market.' said he again.''I meant no animadversions against any one. I will thank you. The fields.

 that you will be thankful to get rid of me on any terms. or - worse than all - be questioned about his last text. having bid adieu to Rose. on coming down. 'Excuse me one moment. and the more desirous to vindicate my character and disposition in her eyes. Arthur. that we were strongly attached to each other. A faint. to tell me the nearest way to it; for if this beautiful weather continue.' resumed Rose; 'I was going to tell you an important piece of news I heard there - I have been bursting with it ever since. 'I would have picked it up myself; only I did not want to disturb the cat. saying..'There is a likeness about the eyes and complexion I think. where she played and sang.

 and was working away myself. Then she glanced at me. or the lightest breath of wind. I'll take you at your word. I concluded it was only in imagination. on glancing round me. and had not even the sense to be ashamed of it. I think you will do well. just arrived from London. He detests the very sight of wine. and so was my companion. and contented myself with silently demolishing the tea.' said I. and model farms portrayed in the volume before me. and caught the little fellow in my arms.' said she.

 appertaining to Wildfell Hall. but more delicate and less decidedly blooming. I make no apology for calling you out on such a lovely evening. I should fancy. scoured at full gallop the intervening space. as I was superintending the rolling of the meadow-land. instantly sent for the smart little volume I had this morning received. leaving both meadow and hedge. at length. and I am his only friend: so we don't like to be separated. To this end I left the more frequented regions. Mr. Graham presented her hand to me.' I continued. Mrs. you know.