ar.
I'll find out the truth, and you shall know. Good-bye."

"Good-bye, Mrs. Cornbury," said Rachel, pressing her friend's hand as
she parted from her. This allusion to her lover had called a blush
up over her whole face, so that Mrs. Cornbury well knew that she had
been understood. "I'll see to it," she said, driving away her ponies.

See to it! How could she see to it when that letter should have been
written? And Rachel was well aware that another day must not pass
without the writing of it.

She went down across the churchyard, leaving the path to the brewery
on her left, and that leading out under the elm trees to her right,
and went on straight to the stile at which she had stood with Luke
Rowan, watching the reflection of the setting sun among the clouds.
This was the spot which she had determined to visit; and she had come
hither hoping that she might again see some form in the heavens which
might remind her of that which he had shown her. The stile, at any
rate, was the same, and there were the trees beneath which they had
stood. There were the rich fields, lying beneath her, over which they
two had gazed together at the fading lights of the evening. There was
no arm in the clouds now, and the perverse sun was retiring to his
rest without any of that royal pageantry and illumination with which
the heavens are wont to deck themselves when their king goes to his
couch. But Rachel, though she had come thither to look for these
things and had not found them, hardly marked their absence. Her mind
became so full of him and of his words, that she required no outward
signs to refresh her memory. She thought so much of his look on that
evening, of the tones of his voice, and of every motion of his body,
that she soon forgot to watch the clouds. She sat herself down upon
the stile with her face turned away from the fields, telling herself
that she would listen for the footsteps of strangers, so that she
might move away if any came near her; but she soon forgot also to
listen, and sat there thinking of him alone. The words that had been
spoken between them on that occasion had been but trifling,--very few
and of small moment; but now they seemed to her to have contained
all her destiny. It was there that love for him had first come upon
her--had come over her with broad outspread wings like an angel;
but whether as an angel of darkness or of light, her heart had then
been unable to perceive. How well she remembered it