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Still, I don't deny I'm afeared some things didn't go well with He and his." Creedle nodded in a direction which signified where the Melburys lived. "I'm afraid, too, that it was a failure there!" "If so, 'twere doomed to be so. Not but what that snail might as well have come upon anybody else's plate as hers." "What snail?"
Melbury's lover, Winterborne's aunt had married and emigrated with the brother of the timber-merchant many years before an alliance that was sufficient to place Winterborne, though the poorer, on a footing of social intimacy with the Melburys.
Though the Melburys themselves were unaware of the fact, there was every reason to believe at least so the parson said that the owners of that little manor had been Melbury's own ancestors, the family name occurring in numerous documents relating to transfers of land about the time of the civil wars. Mr. Fitzpiers's dwelling, on the contrary, was small, cottage-like, and comparatively modern.
When Melbury and Grace resumed their walk it was with something of a lighter tread than before. Winterborne then pursued his own course homeward. He was unwilling to let coldness grow up between himself and the Melburys for any trivial reason, and in the evening he went to their house.
On entering Little Hintock he found himself regarding it in a new way from the Hintock House point of view rather than from his own and the Melburys'. The household had all gone to bed, and as he went up-stairs he heard the snore of the timber-merchant from his quarter of the building, and turned into the passage communicating with his own rooms in a strange access of sadness.
Melbury was crossing his yard on his way to call on some one at the larger village, but he readily turned and walked up and down the path with the young man. Giles, in his self-deprecatory sense of living on a much smaller scale than the Melburys did, would not for the world imply that his invitation was to a gathering of any importance.
Giles spoke quite anxiously for one of his undemonstrative temperament; for he feared that if the Melburys once were back in their own house they would not be disposed to turn out again. "'Tis we ought not to have been so forward; that's what 'tis," said Mr. Melbury, testily. "Don't keep us here in the sitting-room; lead on to the bakehouse, man.
Everything being at last under way, the oven set, and all done that could insure the supper turning up ready at some time or other, Giles and his friends entered the parlor, where the Melburys again dropped into position as guests, though the room was not nearly so warm and cheerful as the blazing bakehouse.
"But my friends are yours." "Oh yes in that sense." The conversation languished, and they drew near the end of Hintock Lane. It had been decided that they should, at least for a time, take up their abode in her father's roomy house, one wing of which was quite at their service, being almost disused by the Melburys.
"But I thought your fall did not hurt you," said she. "Who did this?" "Felice my father-in-law!...I have crawled to you more than a mile on my hands and knees God, I thought I should never have got here!...I have come to you be-cause you are the only friend I have in the world now....I can never go back to Hintock never to the roof of the Melburys!
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