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She heard with becoming interest of Wilfrid's establishment as a guest, and, after a little talk of Mrs. Rossall and the twins, led to the subject of certain 'revivalist' meetings then being held in Dunfield, an occasion of welcome excitement to such of the inhabitants as could not absorb themselves in politics. Mrs.
Throughout the day she was scarcely away from the children; of course he could and did often exchange words with her in the presence of the twins, but he felt himself held at a distance by a tact which was perfect; without undue reserve, without a shadow of unrefined manoeuvring, Emily limited their intercourse in precisely the way that Mr. Athel or Mrs. Rossall would have deemed becoming.
'It seems to have put you into excellent spirits, remarked Mrs. Rossall, as, followed by Beatrice, she approached the window. 'Have you found the "Spectator?" that's the point. Wilfrid continued speaking in a raised voice, for it was just possible, he thought, that Emily might come this way round to enter, and he wished her to be apprised of their presence.
Athel lit a cigar and went to a favourite seat in the garden. Mrs. Rossall was going with the twins to make a farewell call on neighbouring friends. As soon as the carriage had left the house, Wilfrid sought his father, who was amusing himself with a review. 'I thought you would have gone with your aunt, Mr. Athel remarked, after a glance to see who was approaching him.
All else on every side was verdure and bloom. 'Is it possible, Beatrice asked, when there had been silence for a few moments, 'that I can have met Miss Hood anywhere before to-day? Her face is strangely familiar to me. 'She has never been in London before she came to us, said Mrs. Rossall. 'But you have relatives in Dunfield, I think? remarked Wilfrid.
That would not be very reasonable. Something warned Mr. Athel that he had better abstain from rejoinder. He pursed his lips and walked away. Wilfrid had not spoken of the subject to his aunt since the disclosure at The Firs, and Mrs. Rossall was offended by his silence at least as much as by the prospect of his marrying Miss Hood.
I might persuade Beatrice to come to us for a day or two. 'Do so by all means. You're quite sure, he added with a smile, 'that I couldn't save you the trouble of the journey? I have no objection to visiting the Redwings. 'I think it will be better if I go myself, replied Mrs. Rossall, with a far-off look. 'I might call on one or two other people.
She even met his eyes with a placid gaze which he felt as a new aspect of her countenance. 'Mrs. Rossall has never spoken to me of your health, she said. 'But my father's jokes; he has a way of humorous exaggeration. You of course understand that; you don't take seriously all he says? 'I think I can distinguish between jest and earnest.
I'm afraid she finds it a little dull though. When his father had returned to the house, Wilfrid sat en the grass and rested his head against the arm of the low garden chair in which Mrs. Rossall was reclining. The sound of a grass-cutter alone mingled with the light rustling of the trees.
She persuaded him to row her cut one evening on a lake by which they were spending a few days. Wilfrid, suspecting that she aimed at a tete-a-tete, proposed that his father should accompany them. Mrs. Rossall overruled the suggestion. 'How wonderfully you are picking up, she said, after watching him pull for a few minutes.
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