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She knew her uncle had something which he did not like, something which yet he felt it his duty to say, when he gave that particular cough. "That was when you were staying with the Danvers, wasn't it, Ruth?" in a would-be casual, disengaged tone. "Yes; I came over from Atherstone with Molly Danvers." "I remember," said Mr. Alwynn, looking extremely uncomfortable; "and if I am not mistaken ahem!
Alwynn was encompassed on every side by kingfishers and elaborate bone nests, while Ruth's clear-cut face looked out from among long-tailed tomtits, arranged one on each side of a nest crowded with eggs, on which a strong light had been thrown. Dare was still looking at Ruth's photograph, when Mr. Alwynn came in. "Do you wish to speak to Ruth?" he asked, gravely. "Now, at once."
Alwynn has a way of interesting herself in all her friends. She has a kind heart, and you understand any little difference in their behavior might be observed by her, and might possibly might possibly" Mr. Alwynn was at a loss for a word "be, in short, commented on to others. Suppose now you were to come back with me to tea to-day?"
"But these things are nothing nothing," burst out Dare at last, in a tremulous voice, "to the one thing I think of all night, all day how I love Miss Deyncourt, and how," with a simplicity which touched Mr. Alwynn, "she does not love me at all." There is something pathetic in seeing any cheerful, light-hearted animal reduced to silence and depression.
Alwynn consequently seldom went there, but on the few occasions on which Ruth had accompanied him in his periodical visits she had seen enough. Who cares for a recital of what she saw? Misery and want are so common. We can see them for ourselves any day. In Ruth's heart a great indignation had kindled against old Mr.
It was with no small degree of relief at the postponement of that evil hour that Ruth entered the house. As she did so a faint sound reached her ear. It was that of a musical-box. "Dear! dear!" said Mr. Alwynn, as he followed her. "It is a fine day. Your aunt must be ill."
Her own cook, who had been with her five years, made the cakes, and her own donkey-cart conveyed the same to the field where the repast was held. "Miss Deyncourt, will she be there?" asked Dare. Mrs. Alwynn explained that all the neighborhood, including the Thursbys, would be there; that she made a point of asking the Thursbys. "I also will come," said Dare, gravely.
Dare caught up his hat and gloves, and ordered that his portmanteau, which had been taken into the hall, should be put back into the dog-cart. As it was being carried down he looked at his watch. "I can catch the mid-day express for London," he said. "I can do it easily." Mr. Alwynn made no reply. "Get in," continued Dare, feverishly; "the portmanteau is in." "I think I will walk home," said Mr.
Alwynn, devised a means of eluding her aunt. At certain hours of the day she was lost regularly, and not to be found. It was summer, and the world, or at least the neighborhood of Slumberleigh Rectory, which was the same thing, was all before her where to choose. In after-years she used to say that some books had always remained associated with certain places in her mind.
No response from Ruth. Mrs. Alwynn took another turn at her prayer-book, and then at the congregation. "'I am become as it were a monster unto Ruth! Ruth!" Ruth at last turned her head a quarter of an inch. "Sir Charles Danvers is sitting in the free seats by the font!"
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