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Somebody had looked over the wall to talk to the sawyers, and was telling them in a loud voice news in which the name of Mrs. Charmond soon arrested his ears. "Grammer, don't make so much noise with that grate," said the surgeon; at which Grammer reared herself upon her knees and held the fuel suspended in her hand, while Fitzpiers half opened the casement.
Charmond has been away for some time, but she's at home now." Giles did not contradict him, though he felt sure that the gentleman was wrong. "You are a native of this place?" the stranger said. "Yes." "Well, you are happy in having a home. It is what I don't possess." "You come from far, seemingly?" "I come now from the south of Europe." "Oh, indeed, sir.
Charmond in the wood, that Fitzpiers, just returned from London, was travelling from Sherton-Abbas to Hintock in a hired carriage. In his eye there was a doubtful light, and the lines of his refined face showed a vague disquietude. He appeared now like one of those who impress the beholder as having suffered wrong in being born.
At times, however, the words about his having spoiled his opportunities, repeated to him as those of Mrs. Charmond, haunted him like a handwriting on the wall. Then his manner would become suddenly abstracted. At one moment he would mentally put an indignant query why Mrs.
"And why didn't she marry him?" said Mrs. Charmond. "Because, you see, ma'am, he lost his houses." "Lost his houses? How came he to do that?" "The houses were held on lives, and the lives dropped, and your agent wouldn't renew them, though it is said that Mr. Winterborne had a very good claim. That's as I've heard it, ma'am, and it was through it that the match was broke off."
Charmond had first rushed into a mood of indignation on comprehending Melbury's story; hot and cold by turns, she had murmured, "Leave me, leave me!" But as he seemed to take no notice of this, his words began to influence her, and when he ceased speaking she said, with hurried, hot breath, "What has led you to think this of me? Who says I have won your daughter's husband away from her?
She mounted beside the coachman, wondering why this good-fortune had happened to her. He was rather a great man in aspect, and she did not like to inquire of him for some time. At last she said, "Who has been so kind as to ask me to ride?" "Mrs. Charmond," replied her statuesque companion. Marty was stirred at the name, so closely connected with her last night's experiences.
So they went on, the leaf-shadows running in their usual quick succession over the forms of the pedestrians, till the stranger said, "Is it far?" "Not much farther," said Winterborne. "The plantation runs up into a corner here, close behind the house." He added with hesitation, "You know, I suppose, sir, that Mrs. Charmond is not at home?" "You mistake," said the other, quickly. "Mrs.
Charmond, before she left, heard that father was ill, and told him to attend him at her expense." "That was very good of her. And he says it ought to be cut down. We mustn't cut it down without her knowledge, I suppose." He went up-stairs. There the old man sat, staring at the now gaunt tree as if his gaze were frozen on to its trunk.
A turnpike ticket fell out of the breast-pocket, and she saw that it had been issued at Middleton Gate. He had therefore visited Middleton the previous night, a distance of at least five-and-thirty miles on horseback, there and back. During the day she made some inquiries, and learned for the first time that Mrs. Charmond was staying at Middleton Abbey.
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