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Though she had left his roof he should continue to watch over her, and hoped, by persevering kindness and attention, eventually to win her affections. Under these circumstances, Lucy quietly established herself in Mrs Damerel's cottage.
But for her father's will, she would have been married long ago, and she ought to be. Having blurted out these words, Crewe felt much more at ease. As Mrs. Damerel's eyes fell, the sense of sexual predominance awoke in him, and he was no longer so prostrate before the lady's natural and artificial graces. 'How do you know this? she asked, in an undertone. 'From some one who had it from Miss.
Meanwhile, the moment Lucy had finished her duties at the tea-table, she hastened to Damerel's cottage, in the hope, not of seeing her lover, but his mother, alone. The old dame, perceiving her pale and in low spirits, thought she divined the cause, by supposing the girl was sorrowing at the imprudence of the step Luke had proposed to her.
Why, sure enough, there she is sitting don't you see? there, sitting at Dame Damerel's door making lace for the life of her. The stranger flew across the field, and the ploughman saw him bound over the hedge, take Lucy into his arms, and drag her, bewildered and enraptured, into the cottage.
There were drops of sweat on his forehead, and tears in his eyes; the blood had rushed to his cheeks, and he trembled violently. 'I am so troubled about you, said Nancy, with anxious tenderness. 'I have been looking forward with such hope to your marriage, and now 'I can't tell you anything about it just now. It was all Mrs. Damerel's doing; the engagement, I mean.
Damerel's hand, and at the same moment read detection on her countenance. She gazed at him; he answered the look with lowering challenge. 'Horace, that was Fanny French. 'So it was, aunt. 'What is going on between you? The young man took a seat on the edge of the table, and swung his leg. He looked suddenly obstinate. 'We met by accident here the other day.
Some two years before our story opens, it happened that a young woman, the daughter of a decayed farmer in the southern part of the county, came to superintend the dairy of Luke Damerel's master. It was not unnatural that the buxom lass and the young man should form a mutual attachment.
Damerel's, but did not like him, and felt still less disposed to do so now that Mankelow was acquainted with Fanny French. He suspected that the two were more familiar than Fanny pretended. With little ceremony, he interposed himself between the girl and this possible rival. 'Why didn't you make her come earlier? he said to Fanny, as they began a slow upward struggle in the rear of Mrs. Damerel.
Nancy, if he writes to you, and says anything against me, you will remember what it means? 'My opinion of people is not affected by hearsay, Nancy replied. It was a remark of dubious significance, and Mrs. Damerel's averted eyes seemed to show that she derived little satisfaction from it. As the silence was unbroken, Nancy rose. 'I hope you will soon get rid of your cold. 'Thank you, my dear.
Should he again offer you any civilities, tell him the whole truth, and I'll warrant he will not repeat them. That evening Lucy tripped home with a light heart. When she retired to rest, she built many an air-castle of future happiness. The next morning, as the home-servants of Modbury's farm were going to their daily toil, they found a crowd round Damerel's cottage door.
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