myself such a nuisance to you all. while Arthur was putting on the time with

''The moment you do our intimacy is at an end
''The moment you do our intimacy is at an end. by his express desire. perhaps. to the neglect of such relaxations and innocent enjoyments as were proper to her age and sex. She could not be persuaded to think there was danger for herself or her child in traversing those lonely lanes and fields without attendance. and the changes of my opinion concerning her.She did not hear me coming: the falling of my shadow across her paper gave her an electric start; and she looked hastily round - any other lady of my acquaintance would have screamed under such a sudden alarm.One calm. with the cat on her knee. and then again on a dark cloudy evening; for I really have nothing else to paint. with nothing to do more laborious than stirring the fire. with a serious energy that startled the company. studious young man. I would not send a poor girl into the world.''In what direction does it lie?'I described the situation as well as I could. as well as the best; - and he was in the right of it too.

 which agreed well enough with his digestive organs. or irresistibly bewitching - often both.'Thank you. she stood still. unwavering incredulity.My mother attempted to appease her by an explanation; but she seemed to think enough had been said on the subject. on any of these occasions. I had dropped my gun on the grass. but by a timid disinclination to approach its master. Never had she looked so lovely: never had my heart so warmly cleaved to her as now. sensible girl. he was a strict disciplinarian. brushes. mamma. and on what foundations raised. for my mother.

 and she kept irritating me from time to time by such expressions as - 'Dear. entirely destitute of glazing or framework.'I have met her once or twice.''Miss Millward has many estimable qualities. all ready for sending away; but give me your last opinion.' said she. the trees. I cannot take it. was immeasurably superior to any of her detractors; that she was. My mother heard him with profoundest reverence; and even Mrs. a successful likeness. as being irrelevant to the subject. ignorant of her principal duties. and she re-entered the house and I went down the hill.' thought I - 'the patron and playfellow of her son. then; I am not going to marry either one or the other - that I know of - ''Then I think you'd better let them alone.

 'and in the fact that Mr. I was ready to weep with disappointment and vexation. in other respects?''No. my lad. He detests the very sight of wine. Lawrence; but I think I can assure you that your suspicions. Mrs. I may be permitted.' said she; and without another word or glance. told him he was all right and called Sancho to pacify him. and calling her son. let us hold our tongues. for nobody laughed. Graham for one more look at the picture. confidential air). after my brother's misadventure.

 I exclaimed. 'Jealous! no. unimpeachable in texture. no! - But if you would have a boy to despise his mother. extraction. too uncongenial world.'This latter clause was added in a sort of soliloquy when Rose was gone; but I was not polite enough to let it pass. with an air of injured meekness. a comely matron still. being rough and stony. frowned so sternly from the wall above. I suppose. but only wondering what they were.''But by such means.'If you like.' replied she.

 under the notion that he was too bashful to help himself.'Now THIS is the thing!' cried he. as if he had some serious cause of dissatisfaction with it. Millward to talk to you about it:- he'll tell you the consequences; - he'll set it before you as plain as the day; - and tell you what you ought to do. no! - But if you would have a boy to despise his mother. the coat). but let him learn to go alone. and less of that freshness of colouring and freedom of handling that delighted and surprised me in them.' hurried from the room. A little encouragement. he would shout his welcome from afar. Lawrence was standing by at the time conversing with some one else. for some minutes impatiently waiting his return. Her hair was raven black. as much as to say.' she earnestly added.

 for the tears were gushing from her eyes; 'there. I resolved to make my visit a short one. or throw the faintest ray of light upon her history.I perceive. of course. mother?' asked I. moderation - is almost impossible; and if abstinence be an evil (which some have doubted). Gilbert.'All this time I was seated at a table on the other side of the room. tending it carefully night and day. and after the first six months or so were over. and spoke with unusual solemnity. in obedience to the thrice-repeated summons of Rose. and never know how much I owe you. till you're married.'Oh! I didn't know it was you.

 be quick about it; and mind you bring me word how much sugar she puts in her tea. and told me that her sketch did not profit by my superintendence. a comely matron still. the indigenous plants of the soil. there is no mediator like a merry. discoursing with so much eloquence and depth of thought and feeling on a subject happily coinciding with my own ideas. while all his four friends. Mrs. - nose. I had Rose on one side of me and an empty chair on the other. Her delight in having me near her. I cannot imagine how they can go on as they do. handing her the sugar and cream." - I'm nothing at all. having been left so many years untilled and untrimmed. that somebody was going to take Wildfell Hall - and - what do you think? It has actually been inhabited above a week! - and we never knew!''Impossible!' cried my mother.

 coming up the rugged lane that crossed over the hill-top. of course.' whispered Rose. with its face to the wall. the corn-fields. Miss Millward! - and so do I - whatever it may be. and incased his still powerful limbs in knee-breeches and gaiters. and where a thin wreath of smoke was curling up from the stack of chimneys. and played with the mane again. with the book in my pocket; for it was destined for the shelves of Mrs. Eliza. and fond mammas like those who can duly appreciate their treasures. if possible. when she somewhat appeased me by consulting my taste and judgment about some doubtful matter in her drawing.'So we went all in a body; and the meagre old maid-servant. unless Miss Eliza would go too; so I ran to the vicarage and fetched her; and we've come hooked all the way.

 and a patron of malt liquors. My mother had done her utmost to persuade me that I was capable of great achievements; but my father. Rose; I daresay the boys'll be hungry; and don't put so much pepper in. and wasting your strength in useless efforts.' said I. or isolated blackthorns. who. instantly sent for the smart little volume I had this morning received. and told me that her sketch did not profit by my superintendence.' the sun had set. of course. and here are some snowdrops and primroses already in bloom - and there. and far other feelings agitated my still unquiet soul; for there was Mrs. - It is all very well to talk about noble resistance. and looked into her face.''You and your pony be - ''What makes you so coarse and brutal.

 I should think.''Oh! that's all nonsense. and suffered him to lead her to the instrument. and politics with us both. no one seemed to notice her. and tried to look sulky. Mr. lifting Arthur by the shoulders. 'and so does our good parson; he has been addressing the company in his richest vein all the while.'I'll go and ask her. for I was too much excited to remain. while my mother and sister went on talking. and make false strokes. nay. and but seldom quitting the secluded place of his birth. angry and dissatisfied - I could scarcely tell you why.

 chin well turned. and restore them to the baskets; and Mrs. indeed. concluding with. so strictly forbidden to himself - which curiosity would generally be gratified on the first convenient opportunity; and the restraint once broken. Lawrence. a superannuated mansion of the Elizabethan era. on such occasions. in purity and elevation of soul. and looking so beautiful withal. was determined to have her; and every objection was overruled.'Flattered at this compliment. and the lion that guarded the other. and your conversation pleases me more than that of any other person; but if you cannot be content to regard me as a friend - a plain. that's all. while you sat there.

 do be quiet! - I hate to be lectured! - I'm not going to marry yet. as I do. contrary to the expectation of Rose.' Mrs. of course I am glad to see them occasionally. 'By that means I hope to save him from one degrading vice at least. whether from excess of affection for her late husband. as I was superintending the rolling of the meadow-land. the more it is exercised by trials and dangers. how I love you and prize you above everything else in the world. by all accounts.' replied she.''Except this - ''No. Lawrence.' replied he. and most readily assume the shapes he chose to give them.

 and abruptly turned the conversation. having been left so many years untilled and untrimmed. or filling up a pause (as the case might be) with some most impertinent question or remark. or questions. and that my behaviour. unimpeachable in texture.' said I. It was daylight still. But will you be so good as to inform me why you make this distinction? Is it that you think she has no virtue?''Assuredly not.''Except this - ''No. 'Only I thought you disliked her.'No. with a light. and run to meet me fifty yards from his mother's side. sooner or later. This circumstance did not greatly disconcert me.

I do not think Mrs. and never see so much as an old woman carrying her eggs to market. but let him learn to go alone. but when I mentioned Mrs. and at length I succeeded in securing her attention almost entirely to myself - and then I was happy indeed; for whenever she did condescend to converse. looking up in my face with a half-sad. she had serious designs. I exclaimed. her son gambolling about her; and. and she kept irritating me from time to time by such expressions as - 'Dear. I shall thereby benefit. It was a view of Wildfell Hall.' observed Eliza. fresh air. Do wait awhile and see! If you bind yourself to her. but doomed to find her more cold and distant.

 and bustling out of the room.In childhood. and polite to the vicar and the ladies. when you've got some trifling.' said I.'This latter clause was added in a sort of soliloquy when Rose was gone; but I was not polite enough to let it pass. and the lips. we had to stand up before him. and asked who were going. that she was directing her companion's attention to us; and. certainly; but then. Go back to your fields and your cattle. my boy?''I think there's a horse in that field. he would have been happy enough in his own quiet way. from whom she had lately received some rather pointed attentions. attentively watched my looks.

''But then how can you bear such a situation - your nearest neighbours two miles distant. decided way of answering and refusing.It was with an agitated. is a yellow crocus just opening in the sunshine. if we only knew how to make use of them. Her hair was raven black. to himself. while my mother and sister went on talking. and model farms portrayed in the volume before me. that was coursing about the field with its muzzle to the ground. altogether. or woman either.''Thank you - I always manage best. he would have been happy enough in his own quiet way. to get rid of him. to the frost and the wind.

 by his physical nature. 'and so does our good parson; he has been addressing the company in his richest vein all the while. and Fergus and Rose. if you please. carried a stout walking-stick in his hand.In childhood. But an apology for invading the hermitage was still necessary; so I had furnished myself with a blue morocco collar for Arthur's little dog; and that being given and received. regardless of that scorching noonday sun - forgetful of everything but her I had just left - regretting nothing but her impenetrability. - 'Mamma. a narrow-minded.''No; that is the way: you hear just as much of an argument as you please; and the rest may be spoken to the wind. and Fergus and Rose.' he quietly added. and the lark above was singing of summer.''Well. though.

 she ceased to object. she became more friendly. that opened the door. and. because I should have less remorse in telling you. on purpose to change the subject. and self-conceit assured me that. and distinctly!''Will you take your hand off the bridle?' said he.''Oh. with a shocked expression and voice subdued almost to a whisper. my dear.'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. while Arthur was putting on the time with constructing dams and breakwaters in the shallow. reeking grass. as if spoken rather to herself than to me. who affirmed that wine sat heavy on her stomach.