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Updated: June 19, 2025
He did not return even when the misty autumn night had begun to fall. As the daylight waned and the firelight brightened, Olive felt terrified at herself. One hour of that quiet evening commune, so sweet of old, and her strength and self-control would have failed. Making some excuse about Christal, she asked Mrs. Gwynne to let her go home. "But not alone, my dear.
Meanwhile, Miss Vanbrugh talked in an undertone to little Christal, who, her hunger satisfied, stood, finger in mouth, watching the two ladies with her fierce black eyes the very image of a half-tamed gipsy. Indeed, Miss Meliora seemed rather uneasy, and desirous to learn more of her companions, for she questioned the child closely. "And is the person you call ma mie any relation to you?"
Christal, who was almost domiciled at the Hall, and seemed by some invisible attraction most disinclined to leave it, was yet a daily visitor her high spirit softened to gentleness whenever she came near the invalid. As to Lyle Derwent, he positively haunted them. His affectations dropped off, he ceased his sentimentalities, and never quoted a single line of poetry.
No, indeed; she is only ma mie. My mother was a rich lady, and my father a noble gentleman." "Hear her, Heaven! oh, hear her!" groaned the woman on the floor. "But I love ma mie very much that's when she's kind to me," said Christal; "and as for my own father and mother, who cares for them, for, as ma mie says, they were drowned together in the deep sea, years ago."
Christal stayed almost wholly at Farnwood Hall; and in humble, happy, Farnwood Dell, Olive abode, devoted to her Art and to her mother. Weeks glided into months; and within the three-mile circle of the Hall, the Parsonage, and the Dell, was as pleasant a little society as could be found, anywhere.
When it comes to that, where is yours? How dare you suffer Lyle Derwent to kneel at your feet? How dare you, I say!" "Christal Christal! Hush!" "I will not! I will speak. I wish every word were a dagger to stab you wicked, wicked woman! who have come between me and my lover for he is my lover, and I love him." "You love him?" "You stole him from me you bewitched him with your vile flatteries.
But I will do it if only for Meliora's sake. Christal," she said affectionately, "we have never talked together seriously for a long time; not since the first night we met." "I remember, you were good to me then," answered Christal, a little subdued. "Because I was grieved for you I pitied you." "Pitied!" and the angry demon again rose. Olive saw she must not touch that chord again.
"This accident is most unfortunate," said Miss Rothesay, "How will you manage your journey to-morrow?" "I shall not be able to go," said Christal in a piteous voice, though over her averted face broke a comical smile. "Are you really so much hurt, my dear?" "Do you doubt it?" was the sharp reply. "I am sorry to trouble you; but I really am unable to leave the Dell."
But then it seemed such an awful thing for this young and headstrong creature to be adrift on the wide world. She determined that, whether Christal desired it or no, she would never lose sight of her, but try to guide her with so light a hand, that the girl might never even feel the sway.
I do sometimes but no more of this now. "Christal made no allusion to the past. She said, 'She desired to speak to me about her future to consult me about a plan she had. It was one at which I did not marvel She wished to hide herself from the world altogether in some life which in its eternal quiet might be most like death. "I said to her, 'I will see what can be done, but it is not easy.
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