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Miss Le Smyrger was an old maid, with a pedigree and blood of her own, a hundred and thirty acres of fee- simple land on the borders of Dartmoor, fifty years of age, a constitution of iron, and an opinion of her own on every subject under the sun. And now for the parson and his daughter. The parson's name was Woolsworthy or Woolathy, as it was pronounced by all those who lived around him the Rev.
She had but two closely intimate friends in the world, and by both of them this freedom of expression had now been fully permitted to her since she was a child. Miss Le Smyrger and her father were well accustomed to her ways, and on the whole well satisfied with them. The former was equally free and equally warm-tempered as herself, and as Mr.
But whether brute or no, he was an honest man, and had no remotest dream, either then, on that morning, or during the following days on which such thoughts pressed more quickly on his mind of breaking away from his pledged word. At breakfast on that morning he told all to Miss Le Smyrger, and that lady, with warm and gracious intentions, confided to him her purpose regarding her property.
But on such a morning she would not sit at her bedroom window she would do nothing which would force her to accuse herself of a restless longing for her lover's coming. It was for him to seek her. If he chose to do so, he knew the way to the parsonage. Miss Le Smyrger good, dear, honest, hearty Miss Le Smyrger, was in a fever of anxiety on behalf of her friend.
But on such an evening she would not sit at her bedroom window; she would do nothing which would force her to accuse herself of a restless longing for her lover's coming. It was for him to seek her. If he chose to do so, he knew the way to the parsonage. Miss Le Smyrger good, dear, honest, hearty Miss Le Smyrger, was in a fever of anxiety on behalf of her friend.
He also had loved her, but he was not capable of a love which could much injure his daily peace. Her daily peace was gone for many a day to come. Her father is still living; but there is a curate now in the parish. In conjunction with him and with Miss Le Smyrger she spends her time in the concerns of the parish. In her own eyes she is a confirmed old maid; and such is my opinion also.
Cloysey, and altogether superior to him in the article of cyder. "But yeu has to pay no rent, Miss," Farmer Cloysey would say, when Miss Le Smyrger expressed this opinion of her art in a manner too defiant. "Yeu pays no rent, or yeu couldn't do it."
You may be sure he is in earnest, Miss Le Smyrger had replied; 'and there is not an honester man in these parts.
She would ask him whether he thought himself liable to injury from this proposed marriage; and though he should deny any such thought, she would know from the manner of his denial what his true feelings were. And he, too, on that night, during his silent walk with Miss Le Smyrger, had entertained some similar thoughts.
'He is very punctual to the time he named. 'Yes; I fancy that he is a punctual man, said Patience. 'I hope that you will be glad to see him, said Miss Le Smyrger. 'Very glad to see him, said Patience, with a bold clear voice; and then the conversation was again dropped, and nothing further was said till after Captain Broughton's second arrival in the parish.
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