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Herbert Fellingham found Annette, a chalk- block for her chair, and a mound of chalk-rubble defending her from the keen-tipped breath of the east, now and then shadowing the smooth blue water, faintly, like reflections of a flight of gulls. Infants are said to have their ideas, and why not young ladies?
"Except that I did n't exactly I think you said I exactly'? I did n't bargain for old Mart as my but he's a sound man; Mart's my junior; he's rich. He's eco . . . he's eco . . . you know my Lord! where's my brains? but he's upright 'nomical!" "An economical man," said Fellingham, with sedate impatience. "My dear sir, I'm heartily obliged to you for your assistance," returned Van Diemen.
Disparity of ages and unsuitableness of dispositions what was it Fellingham said? like two barrel-organs grinding different tunes all day in a house." "I don't want to hear Mr. Fellingham's comparisons," Tinman snapped. "Oh! he's nothing to the girl," said Van Diemen. "She doesn't stomach leaving me." "My dear Philip! why should she leave you? When we have interests in common as one household "
Annette had come out of the gate in the flint wall. She started slightly on seeing Herbert, whom she had taken for a coastguard, she said. He bowed. He kept his head bent, peering at her intrusively. "It's the air on champagne," Van Diemen said, calling on his lungs to clear themselves and right him. "I was n't a bit queer in the house." "The air on Tinman's champagne!" said Fellingham.
Young Fellingham was treated rudely by Van Diemen Smith, and with some cold reserve by Annette: in consequence of which he thought her more than ever commonplace. He wrote her a letter of playful remonstrance, followed by one that appealed to her sentiments. But she replied to neither of them. So his visits to Crikswich came to an end. Shall a girl who has no appreciation of fun affect us?
A dull sense of genuine sagacity inspired him to remind Annette of it. She wrote prettily to Miss Mary Fellingham, and Herbert had some faint joy in carrying away the letter of her handwriting. "Fetch her soon, for we sha'n't be here long," Van Diemen said to him at parting. He expressed a certain dread of his next meeting with Mart Tinman.
Fellingham, as softly as he could with the wind in his teeth, "I love the old country ten times more from your love of it." "That is not how I want England to be loved," returned Annette. "The love is in your hands." She seemed indifferent on hearing it. He should have seen that the way to woo her was to humour her prepossession by another passion.
"General Alexander," said Fellingham. "Alexander Philipson, or he declared it was Joveson; and very fond of wine. But his sherry did for him at last." "Ah! he drank too much, then," said Tinman. "Of his own!" Anisette admonished the vindictive young gentleman by saying, "How long do you stay in Crikswich, Mr. Fellingham?" He had grossly misconducted himself.
Coasting vessels that had run into the bay for shelter from the North wind lay with their shadows thrown shoreward on the cold smooth water, almost to the verge of the beach, where there was neither breath nor sound of wind, only the lisp at the pebbles. Mrs. Crickledon's dinner and the state of his heart made young Fellingham indifferent to a wintry atmosphere.
"Indeed, ma'am, I did not know it," said Fellingham. The communication imparted such satiric venom to his further remarks, that Annette resolved to break her walk and dismiss him for the day. He called at the house on the beach after the dinner-hour, to see Mr.
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