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'Father, ought we not to go on at once to Ethelberta's, instead of waiting? said Sol, on reaching the vestry, still in ignorance. ''Twas no use in coming here. 'No use at all, said Chickerel, as if he had straw in his throat. 'Look at this. I would almost sooner have had it that in leaving this church I came from her grave well, no, perhaps not that, but I fear it is a bad thing.
She continued to regard feature after feature till the choristers had filed in from the south side, and peals broke forth from the organ on the black oaken mass at the junction of nave and choir, shaking every cobweb in the dusky vaults, and Ethelberta's heart no less. She knew the fingers that were pressing out those rolling sounds, and knowing them, became absorbed in tracing their progress.
'I am about to ascend to the parapets of the cathedral, said she, in answer to a half inquiry. 'I should be delighted to accompany you, he rejoined, in a manner as capable of explanation by his knowledge of her secret as was Ethelberta's manner by her sense of nearing the end of her maying.
Ethelberta's face was there, as the landscape is in the map, the romance in the history, the aim in the deed: denuded, rayless, and sorry, but discernible. For the moment, however, this did not occur to Julian. He took the whip, the boy loosed his hold upon the horse, and they proceeded on their way.
It was characteristic of Ethelberta's jealous motherly guard over her young sisters that, amid these contending inquiries, her foremost feeling was less one of hope for her own love than of championship for Picotee's. Picotee was heard on the stairs: Ethelberta covered her face. 'Is he waiting? she said faintly, on finding that Picotee did not begin to speak. 'No; he is gone, said Picotee.
He was anxious to know the trouble, and Sol was not reluctant to share the burden of it with one whom he believed to be a friend. He told, scrap by scrap, the strange request of Ethelberta. Christopher, though ignorant of Ethelberta's experience that morning, instantly assumed that the discovery of some concealed spectre had led to this precipitancy.
'O that is the celebrated Mrs. Petherwin, the woman who makes rhymes and prints 'em, said Mrs. Napper, in a detached sentence, and then continued talking again to those on the other side of her. The two loungers went on with their observations of Ethelberta's headdress, which, though not extraordinary or eccentric, did certainly convey an idea of indefinable novelty.
But she had no choice, poor thing; for it was that or nothing with her. Faith, who had secret doubts about the absolute necessity of Ethelberta's appearance in public, said, with remote meanings, 'Perhaps it is not altogether a severe punishment to her to be looked at by well-dressed men. Suppose she feels it as a blessing, instead of an affliction?
She looked up from her letter, and beheld the pertinacious yacht; it led her up to a conviction that therein lay a means and an opportunity. Nothing further of importance occurred in crossing. Ethelberta's head ached after a while, and Cornelia's healthy cheeks of red were found to have diminished their colour to the size of a wafer and the quality of a stain.
Ethelberta's show of passion went as quickly as it had come, for she felt that a splendid triumph had been put into her hands. 'Now do you see the truth? she whispered to Lord Mountclere without a drachm of feeling; pointing to Christopher and then to Picotee as like as two snowdrops now. 'I do, I do, murmured the viscount hastily.
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