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They assented without demur, and accordingly the timber-merchant sent Giles the next morning an answer in the affirmative. Winterborne, in his modesty, or indifference, had mentioned no particular hour in his invitation; and accordingly Mr.
Her abandonment to the luscious time after her sense of ill-usage, her revolt for the nonce against social law, her passionate desire for primitive life, may have showed in her face. Winterborne was looking at her, his eyes lingering on a flower that she wore in her bosom. Almost with the abstraction of a somnambulist he stretched out his hand and gently caressed the flower. She drew back.
A gentle reasonableness came into her tone as she added, "It must not be, you know. It won't do." "Very well. Good-by." The next moment he was gone. In the evening, with listless adroitness, she encouraged the maid who dressed her for dinner to speak of Dr. Fitzpiers's marriage. "Mrs. Fitzpiers was once supposed to favor Mr. Winterborne," said the young woman.
She knew from this that Creedle had just come from Sherton, and had called as usual at the post-office for anything that had arrived by the afternoon post, of which there was no delivery at Hintock. She pondered on what the letter might contain particularly whether it were a second refresher for Winterborne from her father, like her own of the morning.
She could see Giles and Creedle talking together at the back; the charred spar-gad with which the lines had been written lay on the ground beneath the wall. Feeling pretty sure that Winterborne would observe her action, she quickly went up to the wall, rubbed out "lose" and inserted "keep" in its stead. Then she made the best of her way home without looking behind her.
The truth was that he had never come into close comradeship with her since her engagement to Fitzpiers, with the brief exception of the evening encounter on Rubdown Hill, when she met him with his cider apparatus; and that interview had been of too cursory a kind for insight. Winterborne had advanced, too. He could criticise her.
"Then you knew he was going to the House, Giles?" she said, turning her large tender eyes anxiously upon him. "Did he tell you what for?" Winterborne glanced doubtingly at her, and then softly hinted that her father had visited him the evening before, and that their old friendship was quite restored, on which she guessed the rest.
An improvement on Grammer's idea entered the mind of Mrs. Melbury, for she had lately discerned what her husband had not that Grace was rapidly fascinating the surgeon. She therefore drew near to Fitzpiers. "You should be where Mr. Winterborne is standing," she said to him, significantly.
Life was short, he declared; there were slips betwixt the cup and the lip; her interest in him should be reawakened at once, that all might be ready when the good time came for uniting them. At these warm words Winterborne was not less dazed than he was moved in heart. The novelty of the avowal rendered what it carried with it inapprehensible by him in its entirety.
So that if any other young lady had appeared instead of the one who did appear, I should have felt just the same interest in her, and have quoted precisely the same lines from Shelley about her, as about this one I saw. Such miserable creatures of circumstance are we all!" "Well, it is what we call being in love down in these parts, whether or no," said Winterborne.
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