had not the heart to have them taken up; I come here very often to see
to them. Do you think it wrong? Poor little Nell! she was so fond of
flowers. And the Eleanor in the great tomb, she too perhaps knew some
one who called her Nell; but there are no flowers round her tomb. Poor
Eleanor!"

She took the nosegay she wore on her bosom, and as she repassed the tomb
laid it on the mouldering stone.

CHAPTER XI.

THEY quitted the burial-ground, taking their way to Grasmere. Kenelm
walked by Lily's side; not a word passed between them till they came in
sight of the cottage.

Then Lily stopped abruptly, and lifting towards him her charming face,
said,--

"I told you I would think over what you said to me last night. I have
done so, and feel I can thank you honestly. You were very kind: I never
before thought that I had a bad temper; no one ever told me so. But I
see now what you mean; sometimes I feel very quickly, and then I show
it. But how did I show it to you, Mr. Chillingly?"

"Did you not turn your back to me when I seated myself next you in
Mrs. Braefield's garden, vouchsafing me no reply when I asked if I had
offended?"

Lily's face became bathed in blushes, and her voice faltered, as she
answered,--

"I was not offended; I was not in a bad temper then: it was worse than
that."

"Worse? what could it possibly be?"

"I am afraid it was envy."

"Envy of what? of whom?"

"I don't know how to explain; after all, I fear aunty is right, and the
fairy tales put very silly, very naughty thoughts into one's head. When
Cinderella's sisters went to the king's ball, and Cinderella was left
alone, did not she long to go too? Did not she envy her sisters?"

"Ah! I understand now: Sir Charles spoke of the Court Ball."

"And you were there talking with handsome ladies--and--oh! I was so
foolish and felt sore."

"You, who when we first met wondered how people who could live in
the country preferred to live in towns, do then sometimes contradict
yourself, and sigh for the great world that lies beyond these quiet
water banks. You feel that you have youth and beauty, and wish to be
admired!"

"It is not that exactly," said Lily, with a perplexed look in her
ingenuous countenance, "and in my better moments, when the 'bettermost
self' comes forth, I know that I am not made for the great world you
speak of. But you see--" Here she paused again, and as they had now
entered the garden, dropped wearily on a bench bes