rtainly, certainly," said he; and then he took her hand; he held
it, while he looked into her face. He had thought it changed when he had
first seen her, but it was now almost the same to him as of yore. The
sweet shy eyes, the indicated dimple in the cheek, and something of fever
had brought a faint pink flush into her usually colourless cheeks.
Married judge though he was, he was not sure if she had not more charms
for him still in her sorrow and her shabbiness than the handsome stately
wife in the next room, whose looks had not been of the pleasantest when
he left her a few minutes before. He sighed a little regretfully as
Ellinor went away. He had obtained the position he had struggled for,
and sacrificed for; but now he could not help wishing that the
slaughtered creature laid on the shrine of his ambition were alive again.
The kedgeree was brought up again, smoking hot, but it remained untasted
by him; and though he appeared to be reading the _Times_, he did not see
a word of the distinct type. His wife, meanwhile, continued her
complaints of the untimely visitor, whose name he did not give to her in
its corrected form, as he was not anxious that she should have it in her
power to identify the call of this morning with a possible future
acquaintance.
When Ellinor reached Mr. Johnson's house in Hellingford that afternoon,
she found Miss Monro was there, and that she had been with much
difficulty restrained by Mr. Johnson from following her to London.
Miss Monro fondled and purred inarticulately through her tears over her
recovered darling, before she could speak intelligibly enough to tell her
that Canon Livingstone had come straight to see her immediately on his
return to East Chester, and had suggested her journey to Hellingford, in
order that she might be of all the comfort she could to Ellinor. She did
not at first let out that he had accompanied her to Hellingford; she was
a little afraid of Ellinor's displeasure at his being there; Ellinor had
always objected so much to any advance towards intimacy with him that
Miss Monro had wished to make. But Ellinor was different now.
"How white you are, Nelly!" said Miss Monro. "You have been travelling
too much and too fast, my child."
"My head aches!" said Ellinor, wearily. "But I must go to the castle,
and tell my poor Dixon that he is reprieved--I am so tired! Will you ask
Mr. Johnson to get me leave to see him? He will know all about it."
She
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