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But, Carroll, you can do nothing here less than nothing. You'll be better away. Give me your address, and I'll write any news there is. Look sharp now, and you can go into Fordborough with me and catch the up train." As they drove through the green lanes, along which they had passed the day before, Archie looked right and left, recalling the incidents of that earlier drive.
And so those two passed together into the Eden which she had seen. The Wednesday which was so white a day for Judith and Percival had dawned brightly at Fordborough. Sissy, opening her eyes on the radiant beauty of the morning, sprang up with an exclamation of delight. The preceding day had been gray and uncertain, but this was golden and cloudless.
He was as harmless as a brother, without a brother's right to question and criticise. It was precisely that feeling which had been at the root of the friendliness which the Fordborough gossips took for a flirtation. They could not have been more utterly mistaken.
"Home? To Fordborough? To Raymond?" "No. Really home, to your own people. You can write to your cousin. You don't want to go back to him?" Archie shook his head. Then a sudden sense of injustice to Fothergill prompted him to say, "Ray was never hard on me before." "You mustn't think about that," Hardwicke replied. "People don't weigh their words at such times.
It was just at this moment that the captain appeared, quickening his pace and lifting his hat, only too ready to guard her through all the perils of a Fordborough market-day. Henry Hardwicke hated reading, and had no particular love for the law. His father said he was a fool, and was inordinately fond of him nevertheless. It might be that the old lawyer was right on both points.
He remembered the summer day at Brackenhill Sissy and he upon the terrace the work-box upset and the thimble crushed beneath his foot. He remembered her pretty reproaches and their laughter over her enforced idleness. He remembered how he rode into Fordborough and bought that little gold thimble the first present he ever made her.
Hardwicke went off on his mission, but he could not persuade him to stir. "All right!" he said at last: "then I shall bring you something to eat here." Percival agreed to that compromise, and owned afterward that he felt better for the food he had taken. The slow hours of the afternoon went wearily by. The rector of Fordborough came; Dr. Grey came again; Mrs. Latimer passed two or three times.
But I do ask your pardon now." "You have it," said Percival. "We didn't understand each other very well." "But I never blamed you, Sissy never, for one moment. I wasn't so bad as that. I've watched for you now and then in Fordborough streets, just to get a glimpse as you went by. I thought it was you who would never forgive me, because of Percival." "He has forgiven," said Sissy.
It was the Fordborough market-day, and already, though it was but eleven o'clock, the little town was waking up. Sissy, followed by Mrs. Middleton's staid servant, rode straight to the principal street and stopped at Mr. Hardwicke's office. Young Hardwicke, reading the paper in his room, was surprised when a clerk announced that Miss Langton was at the door asking for his father.
"Or you must work and win her," Lottie suggested almost in a whisper. He smiled, but slightly shook his head with a look which she fancied meant "Too late." Mrs. Pickering began to tell the latest Fordborough scandal, and the talk drifted into another channel. Lottie had listened as she always listened when Percival spoke, but she had not attached any peculiar meaning to his words.
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