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Accordingly, having armed himself with various weapons, including a stout oaken staff then ordinarily borne by the watch, and put a coil of rope and a gag in his pocket, to be ready in case of need, he set out, about ten o'clock, on the expedition. Before proceeding to Wych Street, he called at the Lodge to see how matters were going on, and found Mrs.
Old characteristics stand out with new clearness; old graces of mind or manner strike one afresh; but the old familiarity which once in a sort took possession of all this, is now withdrawn a little, we stand off and look. And so, secretly, modestly, shyly, Wych Hazel studied her young guardian that night.
'What do you mean by that? said Primrose. 'Duke, you look very funny with that cat upon your shoulder. 'Pussy likes it, said Rollo. 'Dane, have you finished your business with Hazel? said Dr. Maryland. 'I must be going presently. 'Well, sir, if Prim and Arthur will excuse me. He brought himself, pussy cat and all, to a chair by Wych Hazel's side. The others drew off a little.
'You must know, Gyda, said Rollo, smiling, 'that Miss Hazel's notion of goodness is, giving up her own will to somebody else's. 'And that's just what it is, Dane Olaf, said the old woman, looking round at him. 'Ye could not have expressed it better. But that is not hard, nor uncomfortable, when ye love somebody? she added, her sweet eyes going back to Wych Hazel. The girl shook her head.
'What a pirate he must be, Mme. Lasalle. A true Dane! Do many of that sort live on shore? 'Take care! said the lady in a different tone 'dangers that are slighted are the first to be run into. The carriage stopped at that moment, so Wych Hazel had no need to reply. She watched Mme.
'I am not sure that I know my own character yet, Hazel said, laughing a little. 'Ah! that's dangerous. You don't know your own character? then do you read other people's? Rollo do you know him well? Mme. Lasalle was somewhat officiously but with great attention stroking into order one or two of Wych Hazel's curls which the riding had tossed. 'O, I dare say I shall make new discoveries, Mme.
"You must go and explore Wych Maries," the Rector had said to Mark soon after they arrived. "You'll find it rather attractive. There's a disused chapel dedicated to St. Mary the Virgin and St. Mary Magdalene. My predecessor took me there when we drove round the parish on my first visit; but I haven't yet had time to go again. And you ought to have a look at the gardens of Rushbrooke Grange.
And then, taking Wych Hazel's hand and putting it on his arm he walked her out of the room. It was not as it was few evenings ago; her hand was taken in earnest now and held, and she was obliged to go as she was led. In the little apartment which served as a green-room there were one or two attendants.
At last he went to the ruined chapel, where after speculating idly for a little while upon its former state he fell as he usually did when he visited Wych Maries into a contemplation of the two images of the Blessed Virgin and St. Mary Magdalene.
'Is she to be in that too? 'Of course, said Mrs. Bywank. 'And she said she tried ever so hard to get a ticket for me that I might see her dressed up. But Madame would not. So said I, "Miss Wych, I would rather not see you in that dress, till it's the real thing." "O take what you can get," she said, running the needle into her finger and making a great fuss about it.
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