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I saw from Christian's eyes that he had nothing to be ashamed of, in looking back; I remembered Preston's virulence, and his sudden flush when somebody had repeated the word "coward," which he had applied to Thorold.
I knew they swept by there, in their sweetness and their majesty; I could not lay hold of them to make them dwell with me then. A few days went past, filled with duty as usual; more filled with a consuming desire which had taken possession of me, to know really how Mr. Thorold was and what were the prospects of his recovery.
Sandford's room, of course I had very scant opportunities of being by myself. In the delightful early mornings I was accustomed to take my book, therefore, and go down where I had gone the first morning, to the rocks by the river's side. Nobody came by that way at so early an hour; I had been seen by nobody except that one time, when Thorold and his companion passed me; and I felt quite safe.
Sometimes my thoughts took a private turn of their own, branching off. "Mr. Thorold," said I, "do you know Mr. Davis, of Mississippi?" "Davis? No, I don't know him," he said shortly. "You have seen him?" "Yes, I have seen him often enough; and his wife, too." "Do you like his looks?" "I do not." "He looks to me like a bad man " I said slowly. I said it to Mr.
Sandford lingered on in the same disabled state; his sister-in-law was devoted to her attendance on him; I was left to myself. And it did come to pass, that not only Mr. Thorold and I had walks continually together; but also we had one more good ride. I did not try moving him again on the point of my father and mother. I had read my man and knew that I could not.
"On the contrary," said Thorold, "I was always of a very contented disposition." "Contented with your own will, then," said his aunt. "And now, do you mean to tell me that you have got this prize this prize it's a first-class, Christian for good and for certain to yourself?" I lifted my eyes one instant, to see the sparkles in Thorold's eyes; they were worth seeing.
A strange servant opened to me. I went in, to her astonishment I suppose, without asking any questions; which indeed I could not. What if a second time I should find Mr. Thorold here?
"You do not fear it," I said, hastily. "I fear nothing. But a soldier, Daisy, a soldier ought to be ready for orders; and he must not choose. He does not know where the service will call for him. He knows his Captain does know." I stood still, slowly fanning Mr. Thorold; my self-control could go no further than to keep, me outwardly quiet.
I should think not. It is going to be broiling to-day." And he left me. Things had gone wrong with Preston lately, I thought. But before I had made up my mind to move, two other cadets came before me. One of them Mrs. Sandford knew, and I slightly. "Miss Randolph, my friend Mr. Thorold has begged me to introduce him to you." It was my friend of the omnibus.
Something the Danes must have, and ought to have; and St. Peter's gold was better in their purses than in that of Thorold and his French monks. So he led them across the fens and side rivers, till they came into the old Nene, which men call Catwater and Muscal now.
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