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on general subjects, which is always “Tell me what sort of churches difficult; about books, the universal you have,” said Sara. “I am very resource; and about the park, and fond of architecture. We can't do the beauties of nature, and the dif- anything original nowadays, you ference of things in Canada; and know. It is only copying and about the music in Masterton copying. But there ought to be a church, and whether the new vicar new field in a new world. Do tell was High or Low, which was a very me what style the people there difficult question for Powys, and like best.” one to which he did not know how “ You strain Mr Powys's powers to reply.

too far," said Jack. “ You cannot “I am sure he is High," said expect him to explain everything to Sara. “The church was all deco- you from the vicar's principles uprated with flowers on Ascension wards—or downwards. Mr Powys Day. I know, for two of the maids is only mortal, I presume, like the were there and saw them; and what rest of us. He can't know everydoes it matter about a sermon in thing in heaven or earth.” comparison with that ?”

“I know a little of that,” said "Perhaps it was his wife's doing," Powys. “ Out there we are Jackssaid Mr Brownlow, "for I think the of -all - trades. I once made the sermon the best evidence. He is designs for a church myself. Miss Low—as Low as you could desire.” Brownlow might think it original,

“As I desire !” cried Sara. “Papa, but I don't think she would admire you are surely forgetting yourself. it. We have to think less of beauty As if I could be supposed to like a than of use.” Low Churchman! And Mr Powys " As if use and beauty could not says they have good music. That go together,” said Sara, with a is proof positive. Don't you think little indignation. "Please don't so, Jack ?"

say those things that everybody This was one of many little at- says. Then you can draw if you tempts to bring back Jack to com- have made designs ? and I want mon humanity ; for Sara, woman- some cottages so much. Papa, you like, could not be contented to leave promised me these cottages; and him disagreeable and alone. now Mr Powys will come and help

"I think Mr Powys is extremely me with the plans.” good to furnish you with informa- “There is a certain difference tion; but I can't say I am much in- between a cottage and a church," terested in the question,” said Jack, said Mr Brownlow ; but he made which brought the talk to a sudden no opposition to the suggestion, to pause.

the intense amazement and indig“Mr Powys has not seen our nation of Jack. church, papa," Sara resumed. “It “You forget that Mr Powys's is such a dear old place. The chancel time is otherwise engaged,” he everybody says is pure Norman, and said ;“ people can't be Jacks-of-allthere are some bits of real old glass trades here." in the west window. You should Mr Brownlow gave his son a have gone to see it before dinner. warning glance, and Sara, who Are you very fond of old glass ?” had been very patient, could bear

“I am afraid I don't know," said it no longer. Powys, who was bright enough to “Why are you so disagreeable, see the manufactory of conversation Jack?” she said ; “nobody was which was being carried on, and speaking to you. It was to Mr was half amused by it and half dis- Powys I was speaking. He knows tressed. “We have no old churches best whether he will help me or in Canada. I suppose they could not.” scarcely be looked for in such a new “Oh, it was to Mr Powys you world."

were speaking !” said Jack. "I am a very unimportant person, and in harness. He can't drive her. I am sorry to have interposed.” If she's lamed, or if she lames

Then there came a very blank youdisagreeable pause.

Powys felt And he went up to the side of that offence was meant, and his the dogcart, almost as if he would spirit rose. But at the same time have taken the reins out of Powys's it was utterly impossible to take hand.

The Canadian grew very offence; and he sat still and tried red, and grasped the whip. They to appear unconscious, as people were very ready for a quarrel–Jack do before whom the veil of family standing pale with anger, talking courtesy is for a moment blown with the groom ; Powys red with aside. There are few things which indignation, holding his place. But are more exquisitely uncomfortable. it was the latter who had the most He had to look as if he did not ob- command of himself. serve anything; and he had to “I shall not lame her,” he said, volunteer to say something to cover quietly, “nor let any one be lamed; the silence, and found it very hard jump up.” He was thus master of to make up his mind as to what he the situation. The groom took his ought to say.

place; the mare went off straight Perhaps Jack was a little annoyed and swift as an arrow down the at himself for his freedom of speech, avenue. But Jack knew by the for he said nothing further that was look, as he said, of the fellow's disagreeable, until he found that wrist, by the glance in his eye, his father had ordered the dogcart that he knew what he was about, to take the visitor back to Masterton, though he did not at this moment When he came out in the summer confess the results of his observatwilight, and found the mare har- tion. They stood all three on the nessed for such an ignoble purpose, steps when that fiery chariot wheelhis soul was hot within him. If it ed away; and Jack, to tell the had been any other horse in the truth, did not feel very much satisstable—but that his favourite mare fied with himself. should carry the junior clerk down “Jack," said Mr Brownlow, calmto his humble dwelling-place, was ly, “ when I have any one here bitterness to Jack. He stood and again, I must require of you to keep watched in a very uncomfortable from insulting them. If you do not sort of way, with his hands in his care for the feelings of the stranger, pockets, while Powys took his leave. you may at least have some regard The evening was as lovely as the for yourself.”. day had been, and Sara too had I had no intention of insulting come out, and stood on the steps, any one, sir,” said Jack, with a leaning on her father's arm. “Shall little defiance; " if you like him to you drive, sir ?” the groom had break his neck or the horse's knees asked, with a respect which sprang it is not my affair; but for a fellow entirely from his master's cordiality. who probably never had the reins It was merely a question of form, in his hand before, to attempt with for the man expected nothing but a

that marenegative; but Powys's countenance “ He has had the reins in his brightened up. He held out his hand oftener than either I or you," hands for the reins with a readi- said Mr Brownlow. The fact was, ness which perhaps savoured more he said it at hazard, thinking it of transatlantic freedom than ought most likely that Powys could drive, to have been the case; but then he but knowing nothing more about had been deprived of all such plea- it, while Jack knew by sight and sures for so long. “Good heavens!” vision, and felt himself in his heart cried Jack, "Tomkins, what do you a snob as he strolled away from the mean? It's the bay mare you have door. He was uncomfortable, but

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he succeeded in making his father the day. Clearly that was a distant more uncomfortable still. The land-a land far removed from the mare, too, was his own, though it present burden of civilisation-a was Jack's favourite, and if he liked primitive and blessed state of exto have her lamed he might. Such istence, in which a man could be was the Parthian arrow which Mr permitted to do what he liked with Brownlow received at the end of his own.


Jack Brownlow was having a very admit, that for a young man, who hard time of it just at that moment. had a way to make in the world, a There had been a lapse of more very early marriage was a sort of than a week, and he had not once suicidal step to take. This was all seen the fair little creature of whom very well for his mind, which wanted every day he had thought more and no convincing. But for his heart more. It was in vain that he look- it was very different. That newly ed up at the window-Pamela now discovered organ behaved in the was never there. He never saw her most incomprehensible sort of way. even at a distance-never heard so Even though it possibly gave a much as her name. Sara, who had grunt of consent to the theory about been ready enough to speak of her marriage, it kept on longing and friend-even Sara, indiscreet, and yearning, driving itself frantic with hasty, and imprudent—was silent. eagerness just to see her, just to Poor Jack knew it was quite right hear her, just to touch her little -he recognised, even though he hand, just to feel the soft passing hated it, the force that was in his rustle of her dress. That was all. father's arguments. He knew he And as for talking reason to it, or had much better never see her- representing how profitless such a never even speak of her again. He gratification would be, he might as understood with his intelligence well have preached to the stones. that utter separation between them He went back and forward to the was the only prudent and sensible office for a whole week with this step to be taken; but his heart ob- conflict going on within him, keepjected to understand with a curious ing dutifully to his work, doing persistency which Jack could scarce- more than he had done for years at ly believe of a heart of his. He Masterton, trying to occupy himhad found his intellect quite suffi- self with former thoughts, and with cient to guide him up to this pe- anticipations of the career he had riod; and when that other part of once shaped out for himself. He him, with which he was so much wanted to get away from the office, less acquainted, fought and strug- to get into public life somehow, to gled to get the reins in hand, it be returned for the borough, and would be difficult to express the have a seat in Parliament. Such astonishment he felt. And then had been his ambition before this he was a young man of the present episode in his life. Such surely day, and he was not anxiously de- ought to be his ambition now; but sirous to marry. A house of his it was amazing, incredible, how own, with all its responsibilities, this new force within him would did not appear to him the crown of break through all his more elevated delight which perhaps it ought to thoughts with a kind of inarticulate have done. He was content to go cry for Pamela. She was what he on with his life as it had been, wanted most. He could put the without any immediate change. It other things aside, but he could not still appeared to him, I am sorry to put her aside. His heart kept cry



ing out for her, whatever his mind scorned to betray to his father or might be trying to think. It was sister what he was going through. extraordinary and despicable, and But he was not an agreeable comhe could not believe it of himself; panion during this interval, though but this was how it was. He knew the fact was that he gave them very it was best that he should not see little of his society, and struggled, her; yet it was no virtue nor self- mostly by himself, against his hard denial of his that kept them apart. fate. It was she who would not be And probably he might have visible. Along the roads, under been victorious in the struggle. the trees, at the window, morning He might have fought his way back or evening, there was no appear- to the high philosophical ground ance of her. He thought some- from which he was wont to preach times she must have gone away. to his friend Keppel. At the cost And his eager inquiries with him- of all the first freshness of his self whether this separation would heart, at the cost of many buds make her unhappy gradually gave of grace that never would have way to irritation and passionate dis- bloomed again, he might have pleasure. She had gone away, and come out victor, and demonstrated left no sign; or she was shutting to himself beyond all dispute that herself up, and sacrificing all that in such matters a strong will is was pleasant in his existence. She everything, and that there is no was leaving him alone to bear the love or longing that may not be brunt; and he would gladly have crushed on the threshold of the taken it all to spare her—but if he mind. All this Jack might have bore it, and was the victim, some- done, and lived to profit by it and thing at least he ought to have had smart for it, but for a chance meetfor his recompense. A last meet- ing by which Fate, in spite of a ing, a last look, an explanation, a thousand precautions, managed to farewell — at least he had a right balk his philosophy. He had gone to that. And notwithstanding home early in the afternoon, and his anger he wanted her all the he had been seen by anxious eyes same-wanted to see her, to speak behind the curtains of Mrs Swayne's to her, to have her near him, window — not Pamela's eyes, but though he was not ready to carry those of her mother - to go out her off, or marry her on the spot, again dressed, about the time when or defy his father and all the world a man who is going to dinner on her account. This was the pain- sets out to fulfil his engagement. ful struggle that poor Jack had to And Jack was going out to dinner; bear as he went back and forward he was going to Ridley, where the all those days to Masterton. He family had just come down from held very little communication town. But there had come that with his father, who was the cause day a kind of crisis in his comof it all. He chose to ride or to plaint, and when he was half-way walk rather than have those tête-à- to his friend's house a sudden distête drives. He kept his eyes on gust seized him. Instead of going on every turn of the way, on every he jumped down from the dogcart, tree and hedge which might possi- and tore a leaf out of his pocketbly conceal her; and yet he knew book, on which he scribbled a hasty he must part from her, and in his word of apology to Keppel. Then, heart was aware that it was a right while the groom went on with his judgment which condemned him note, he turned and went saunterto this sacrifice. And it was not ing home along the dusty road in in him, poor fellow, to take it his evening coat. Why should he cheerfully or suffer with a good go and eat the fellow's dinner ? grace. He kept it to himself, and What did he care about it? Go

Jack saw,

and make an ass of himself, and in bianca ” which comes up to the laugh and talk when he would much ideal of a lover's fancy. It was a rather run a tilt against all the little figure in a black dress, with a world! And what could she mean cloak wrapped round herand a broad by shutting herself up like this, hat shading her face, all dark among and never so much as saying good. the twilight shadows. bye! It could harm nobody to and his heart sprang up within him say good-bye. Thus Jack mused in with a violence which took away pure despite and contrariety, with his breath. He made but one out any intention of laying a snare spring across the road. When they for the object of his thoughts. He had parted they had not known had gone a long way on the road to that they were lovers; but now

a Ridley before he changed his mind, they had been a week apart and and consequently it was getting there was no doubt on the subject. late when he drew near Brownlows He made but one spring, and coming back. It was a very quiet caught her and held her fast. country road, a continuation of Pamela !” he cried out; and that which led to Masterton. Here though there had been neither askand there was a clump of great ing nor consent, and not one word trees making it sombre, and then of positive love-making between a long stretch of hedgerow with them, and though no disrespectful the fragrant meadow on the other or irreverent thought of her had side of it, and the cows lowing to ever entered his mind, poor Jack, go home. There was nobody to be in his ardour and joy and surprise seen up or down the road except a and rage, kissed her suddenly with late carter with his horse's harness a kind of transport. “Now I bave on his shoulder, and a boy and a you at last!” he cried. And this girl driving home some cows. In was in the open road, where all the distance stood Swayne's Cot- the world might have seen them; tages, half lost in the twilight, with though happily, so far as was aptwo faint curls of smoke going up parent, there was nobody to see. into the sky. All was full of that Pamela, too, gave a cry of surdead calm which chafes the spirit prise and fright and dismay. But of youth when it is in the midst of she was not angry, poor child. She its troubles—that calm which is so did not feel that it was unnatural. soothing and so sweet when life Her poor little heart had not been and we have surmounted the first standing still all this time any more battles, and come to a moment of than Jack's. They had gone over truce. But there was no truce as all those tender, childish, celestial yet in Jack Brownlow's thoughts. preliminaries while they were apart; He wanted to have his own way and now there could not be any doubt and he could not have it; and he about the bond that united them. knew he ought not to have it, and Neither the one nor the other he would not give it up. If he affected to believe that further precould have kicked at the world, face was necessary : circumstances and strangled Nature and made an were too pressing for that. He said, end of Reason, always without mak-"I have you at last,” with eyes ing a fool of himself, that would have that gleamed with triumph ; and been the course of action most in she said, “Oh, I thought I should consonance with his thoughts. never, never see you again !” in a

And it was just then that a cer- voice which left nothing to be contain flutter round the corner of the fessed. And for the moment they lane which led to Dewsbury caught both forgot everything - fathers, his eye,- the flutter of the soft mothers, promises, wise intentions, evening air in a black dress. It all the secondary lumber that makes was not the "creatura bella vestita up the world.

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