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"Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, night, has flown, And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad, And the musk of the roses blown"?
I never knew any one half so nice!" John Dory set down his empty glass. "I wonder," he said, looking at her thoughtfully, "what made him take such a fancy to you! Rather sudden, wasn't it, eh?" Maud tossed her head. "I don't see anything so wonderful about that," she declared. "Listen to me, Maud," her husband said, rising to his feet. "You aren't a fool not quite.
"I realised that I gave myself away by my awkwardness and stupidity whenever she was present, but I was powerless to prevent it. And you were so good to me, Maud, always doing your best to help and make things easy. I can never be grateful enough for your friendship. I am so thankful to feel that you are at home still.
"Oh, is Jake cross?" said Toby. She looked across at him with an imp of mischief in her eyes. Then, as he still studied his paper, abruptly she left Maud and went round to him. "Cheer up, Jake!" she said. "Don't throw a cloud on the proceedings!" Her voice was half impudent, half wheedling. Jake looked up, his eyes very direct and somewhat stern. "You sit down and have some breakfast!" he said.
Maud had walked to Wattleborough, where she would meet Dora on the latter's return from her teaching, and Mrs Milvain sat alone, in a mood of depression; there was a ring at the door-bell, and the servant admitted Miss Harrow.
Maud, he was told, had gone to lunch at Mrs Lane's. 'So soon again? She's getting very thick with those people. And why don't they ask you? 'Maud has told them that I don't care to go out. 'It's all very well, but she mustn't neglect her work. Did she write anything last night or this morning? Dora bit the end of her pen and shook her head. 'Why not?
I have horses in any number, and have got in two very quiet ones, with side-saddles, which I borrowed from some neighbors for your girls; but if they prefer it, they can ride in the trap with Mrs. Hardy." "Oh, no, please," Maud said; "I had much rather ride." Ethel said nothing, and her mamma saw that she would rather go with her. Accordingly, Mrs. Hardy, Ethel.
And Cousin Maud, as she came forth from the kitchen, whither she had gone to heat her famous spiced wine for Uncle Christian, who was already gone, fell dead into Margery's arms when she heard the tidings of his sudden end. Among the sundry matters which long dwelt in the minds both of Margery and Ann, and were handed down to their grandchildren, were the Magister's Latin verses in their praise.
I felt I could not longer keep my place, and I had pushed back my seat when I saw Uncle Tucher standing by Cousin Maud, and his kind and worthy face, still ruddy from the wine he had drunk, was a very harbinger of horror and woe. He bent over my cousin to speak in her ear.
'But, Maud, beware of prejudice; women are unjust and violent in their judgments. Your family has suffered in some of its members by such injustice. It behoves us to be careful not to practise it. That evening in the drawing-room my father said, in his usual abrupt way
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