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"Hate! Roland hate his son! What calumny is this?" "He does not do so, then! Assure me of that; I shall be so glad to know that I have been misinformed." "I cannot disbelieve you!" exclaimed Lady Ellinor, though in a tone of surprise. "Well, do let me see your uncle." "I will do my best to induce him to visit you, and learn all that you evidently conceal from me."
But Madeline Great God! how sanguine is a woman's heart, when the innocence, the fate of the one she loves is concerned! a radiant flush broke over a face so colourless before; and with a joyous look, a kindled eye, a lofty brow, she turned to Ellinor, pressed her hand in silence, and once more gave up her whole soul to the dread procedure of the court. The Judge now began.
When all was over; when the principal personages of the ceremony had filed into the vestry to sign their names; when the swarm of townspeople were going out as swiftly as their individual notions of the restraints of the sacred edifice permitted; when the great chords of the "Wedding March" clanged out from the organ, and the loud bells pealed overhead Ellinor laid her hand in Miss Monro's.
Trevanion; for who knows? my family and I may fall out again. But I will consider. I think I have heard you say that this Trevanion is a very old friend of your father's or uncle's?" "He, or rather Lady Ellinor, is an old friend of both." "And therefore would listen to your recommendations of me. But perhaps I may not need them.
It was the Easter recess, and he was at the house of one of his brother ministers somewhere in the North of England. But Lady Ellinor was in London, and I was ushered into her presence. Nothing could be more cordial than her manner, though she was evidently much depressed in spirits, and looked wan and careworn.
"And he always seems," observed Ellinor, "to take pleasure in my father's conversation, as who would not? how his countenance lights up when he converses! it is a pleasure to watch it. I think him positively handsome when he speaks." "Oh, more than handsome!" said Madeline, with enthusiasm, "with that high, pale brow, and those deep, unfathomable eyes!"
It was at last decided that Ellinor should discuss the matter with her mother. When the whole matter was unfolded to Mrs. Greystock, that lady was more troubled than ever. If Lucy were to come to the deanery, she must come as Frank's affianced bride, and must be treated as such by all Bobsborough. The dean would be giving his express sanction to the marriage, and so would Mrs. Greystock herself.
"Ah!" said Ellinor, recovering herself, and a deep paleness succeeding to the warm and delighted flush that had been conjured to her cheek, "Do not revive the past I have sought for years long, solitary, desolate years, to escape from its dark recollections!" "You speak wisely, dearest Ellinor; let us assist each other in doing so. We are alone in the world let us unite our lot.
The sparkling drops fell fast and gratefully from the trees, and over the whole scene there breathed an inexpressible sense of gladness "The odour and the harmony of eve." "How beautiful!" said Ellinor, pausing from her work "Ah, see the squirrel, is that our pet one? he is coming close to the window, poor fellow! Stay, I will get him some bread."
Ellinor was silently planning for Dixon, and he, not caring to look forward to the future, was bringing up before his fancy the time, thirty years ago, when he had first entered the elder Mr. Wilkins's service as stable-lad, and pretty Molly, the scullery-maid, was his daily delight. Pretty Molly lay buried in Hamley churchyard, and few living, except Dixon, could have gone straight to her grave.
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