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Millward a fool, and he believes it all; but however little you may value the opinions of those about you—however little you may esteem them as individuals, it is not pleasant to be looked upon as a liar and a hypocrite, to be thought to practise what you abhor, and to encourage the vices you would discountenance, to find your good intentions frustrated, and your hands crippled by your supposed unworthiness, and to bring disgrace on the principles you profess.’
‘MR. MILLWARD,’ I exclaimed, in a tone of wrathful menace that made the reverend gentleman look round—aghast—astounded at such unwonted insolence, and stare me in the face, with a look that plainly said, ‘What, this to me!’ But I was too indignant to apologise, or to speak another word to him: I turned away, and hastened homewards, descending with rapid strides the steep, rough lane, and leaving him to follow as he pleased.
‘Miss Millward has many estimable qualities, which such as you cannot be expected to perceive or appreciate. Will you tell Arthur that I shall come in a few minutes?’ ‘If that be the case, I will wait, with your permission, till those few minutes are past; and then I can assist you to descend this difficult path.’ ‘Thank you—I always manage best, on such occasions, without assistance.’
Lawrence was gentlemanly and inoffensive to all, and polite to the vicar and the ladies, especially his hostess and her daughter, and Miss Wilson—misguided man; he had not the taste to prefer Eliza Millward. Mr. Lawrence and I were on tolerably intimate terms. I liked the man well enough, but he was too cold, and shy, and self-contained, to obtain my cordial sympathies.
Jane Wilson thinks your visits to the old hall but another proof of her depravity—’ ‘Confound Jane Wilson!’ ‘And Eliza Millward is quite grieved about you.’ ‘I hope she is.’ ‘But I wouldn’t, if I were you.’ ‘Wouldn’t what?—How do they know that I go there?’ ‘There’s nothing hid from them: they spy out everything.’
Millward was a B.A. Aunt Janet was very desirous that everything should be as nice as possible, and we were all sent to our rooms before tea to wash and dress up. The Story Girl slipped over home, and when she came back we gasped.
Millward interposed with:—‘No, no; I don’t allow that! Come, it’s time to be going now.’ ‘Oh, no, papa!’ pleaded Eliza. ‘High time, my girl—high time! Moderation in all things, remember! That’s the plan—“Let your moderation be known unto all men!”’
‘What is it, Miss Millward? what does she mean?’ said I, appealing to her sister, who seemed to be absorbed in the hemming of a large, coarse sheet. ‘I don’t know,’ replied she. ‘Some idle slander somebody has been inventing, I suppose. I never heard it till Eliza told me the other day,—but if all the parish dinned it in my ears, I shouldn’t believe a word of it—I know Mrs. Graham too well!’
One morning, about the beginning of November, while I was inditing some business letters, shortly after breakfast, Eliza Millward came to call upon my sister. Rose had neither the discrimination nor the virulence to regard the little demon as I did, and they still preserved their former intimacy.
Something of this was in the doctor's mind as he watched her from the door. "Susan," he said, when she turned to come in, "from first to last of this business you have been a brick!" Rilla and Jims were standing on the rear platform of their car when the train stopped at the little Millward siding. The August evening was so hot and close that the crowded cars were stifling.
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