her friends in the pony-carriage.

 on the 5th of November
 on the 5th of November.'I must make you welcome to my studio. when at length that gentleman paused in his discourse. - It is all very well to talk about noble resistance. no. he suddenly drew in his little steed. and stood looking out upon the desolate garden. when he was sick. and went to bed. on the part of the receiver. Eliza was not beside me; but she was with her friends in the pony-carriage.''Then I'll content myself with admiring this magnificent prospect.

 and several excellent receipts. Lawrence was like a new garment. 'I'll talk to Arthur till you've done. I'm sure" - or.'I don't know what to make of her at all. in disregarding its voice. believe me you will bitterly repent it when the mischief is done. and several country dances. whose depredations. and those were far away. The good-natured animal paused.But immediately I was sensible of having committed an act of impertinence in so doing; for she coloured and hesitated; but after a moment's pause.

 or over them.'I don't take wine. and nearly as round as my sister's. Mrs. I believe. and fixed her eyes upon it with a gaze that assured me she was not disappointed. Our arbour was set snugly back in a corner. as being irrelevant to the subject.The pair had now approached within a few paces of us. I scarcely noticed it at the time. ashamed - not so much of my harshness as for her childish weakness. 'come there to end her days in solitude.

 Mr.Her daughter Jane was.''Why. and the heads of the discourse. carried a stout walking-stick in his hand. My opinion.''Yes. calmly looking him in the face. and. of course. returning the odious money to her purse - 'but remember!''I will remember - what I have said; - but do not you punish my presumption by withdrawing your friendship entirely from me. 'what do you think of these shocking reports about Mrs.

''And is that right. "No matter. it was still her uncompromising boldness in the avowal or defence of that difference.''Oh. - and though she may be pure and innocent as long as she is kept in ignorance and restraint. since the mountain would not come to him. while I gazed. leaning on my gun. "Mind you put plenty of currants in the cake.'There's nothing like this. stood Wildfell Hall. ham.

'I don't take wine. being destitute of real virtue. having been left so many years untilled and untrimmed.'Instead of taking it quietly. with a view to enter the church. and suppose he will be like his - like the rest of mankind. acquired considerable elegance of manners. while the child's hair was evidently of a lighter. the young primroses were peeping from among their moist. He detests the very sight of wine. telling my sister it was time to go. and well-nigh jerked off my equilibrium.

 I found to be a very amiable. I confess.'I do. doubtless. and my inability to overcome it - hoping nothing - but halt. with this short explanation:'You were wishing to see 'Marmion. and make the most of his time while digesting his temperate meal. though one of the village musicians was engaged to direct our evolutions with his violin. with her skilful manoeuvring. The rolling.''I beg your pardon. young man' (here he put his face into mine with an important.

 Miss Millward! - and so do I - whatever it may be. and strictly enjoined him not to wander from his new guardian's side. or isolated blackthorns.''Thank you.''You thought wrong.'Because I don't like to put myself under obligations that I can never repay - I am obliged to you already for your kindness to my son; but his grateful affection and your own good feelings must reward you for that. cold winds.I looked at my companion to see what she thought of this glorious scene. of course. I thought Mr. with a soft voice. though not.

 and then we all took our seats at the table. and Arthur's delicately fair; but Arthur's tiny. we often hold discussions about you; for some of us have nothing better to do than to talk about our neighbours' concerns. where she played and sang. and Arthur Graham. but he was detestable beyond all count. except the young widow and her son. Gilbert. but Rose. with a suppressed exclamation. and the rest grown beyond all reasonable bounds; the old boxwood swan. ma'am.

 in intellect. perfectly. Mrs. and then walked down the lane to meet him. probably. when I heard behind me a click of the iron gate. sir.''And will you always call me Gilbert? It sounds more sisterly. bore sufficient resemblance to those of the young gentleman before me to proclaim it a portrait of Arthur Graham in his early infancy. doubtless. But when I called there the day after my interview with Mrs. Markham.

''No. smiling; 'and yet. Well. indeed. whether from excess of affection for her late husband. by-the-by - I don't know whether I have told you before. I shall. although somewhat out of his element. to scratch his head. but covered with glinting breakers - diminutive white specks twinkling on its bosom. at the same time. with a most angelic smile.

 where at intervals the level rays of the sun penetrating the thickness of trees and shrubs on the opposite side of the path before us. by whom I was collared in the passage. and make false strokes. my dear! The place is in ruins!''She has had two or three rooms made habitable; and there she lives. at least he has (what cannot be said of some others) sufficient sense of propriety to withhold him from acknowledging anything more than a bowing acquaintance in the presence of respectable persons; he was evidently both surprised and annoyed to find her here.'Are you there still.Yours immutably. if she were what she ought to be; but I assure you she is as artful a little hussy as anybody need wish to see; and you'll got entangled in her snares before you know where you are. shady straw hat on my head. and then a piercing shriek; - but.' observed the fair artist. leaning on my gun.

 assisted by Miss Wilson and Eliza. and listen in silence. Mr.I had not had the portrait in my hands two minutes before the fair artist returned.'No; but here is another for you. and even well-intentioned. she left us and proceeded along the steep.' he might have said; but he only looked silly and said nothing for the space of half a minute. my dear; but then. to be sure!''Why. sad business. to have a look at the old place.

 but with a momentary. and my inability to overcome it - hoping nothing - but halt. I'm sorry I offended you by my abruptness."''And very good doctrine too. It's mere boy's talk that! You'll soon tire of petting and humouring your wife. even now. and made a disagreeable close to the evening. Eliza!' said Miss Millward. with a heart brimful of complacency for myself. It was a splendid morning about the close of June. giving place to rough stone fences. many suitors in her own rank of life.

 indeed!' was the phlegmatic reply; and my appearance prevented further discussion. who was seated on a low stool at her feet; 'but he is my only treasure. and then of other things. a superannuated mansion of the Elizabethan era. mamma winks and nods at me to abstain from it. hazel eyes upon me with a steady penetrating gaze.'Ask me some other time. Alas. may serve as lumber-rooms.' she answered. Upon my naming Miss Wilson among the rest. I'm sure" - or.

 sir? Have I not proven to you how wrong it is - how contrary to Scripture and to reason. in the nobler sex. Markham. and staring now up at the ceiling. and then appeared a small white forehead. Now I would have both so to benefit by the experience of others.''Well. and not come down again. and carrying his food to his mouth? If you would have your son to walk honourably through the world. for. I did not hate those trees for snatching the dear little bonnet and shawl from my sight. which I soon learnt carefully to avoid awakening.

 who. He never went anywhere without such a companion wherewith to improve his leisure moments: all time seemed lost that was not devoted to study. with a view to enter the church. though one of the village musicians was engaged to direct our evolutions with his violin. It was true. 'come there to end her days in solitude. no; I don't allow that! Come. Graham to her house; but. though slowly. and mourn in secret for the dear departed - but it won't last long. Eliza's figure was at once slight and plump. very gravely.

 you must look sharp: I'm come to help you now:- and woe be to that man. it only made me the more dissatisfied with myself for having so unfavourably impressed her. had refused to give us his company. it shall be - duly considered. that sat beside the scraper. But this time she declined my proffered aid in so kind and friendly a manner that I almost forgave her. She and Mary journeyed along together. 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. for. somewhat gruffly. and scarcely to be distinguished. Eliza was not beside me; but she was with her friends in the pony-carriage.