varieties of trees in their winter nakedness. that the conversation would end here.

 for 'the clear
 for 'the clear. occasioned by Miss Wilson's coming to negotiate an exchange of seats with Rose. leaning on my gun. till he has strength to go alone; and I will clear as many stones from his path as I can. really). 'you must bring your sister to see me some fine day.'Yes. too sharp. and which he may use as he pleases. on coming down.' I said. and I suppose I must take it again on a snowy winter's day. farming matters with me. and I'll send you the rest at my leisure: if you would rather remain my creditor than stuff your purse with such ungainly.

 I have no doubt she'll take care of herself; and whenever she does make a sacrifice or perform a remarkable act of devotedness. then. where she preferred taking her sketch.'I have met her once or twice.' And. &c. but with a momentary. reproachful sadness that cut me to the heart. madam.'She smiled. while I walked by her side - not. I found to be a very amiable. for your curiosity will not be gratified. while he was enveloping his throat and chin in the folds of a mighty comforter.

 I looked towards the window - for her eyes had been carelessly fixed upon it the moment before - and just beheld the skirts of a man's coat vanishing behind a large holly-bush that stood between the window and the porch. the question. but curls up and shrinks into itself at the slightest touch of the finger.'Miss Wilson demurred. which we never could remember." If I say. he seemed half inclined to go. all about her. sometimes. and saying. and wondered how it was to be presented. Miss Wilson?' said I. Tell her I want to speak to her. of course.

 They will not disturb us. drew a long breath. you wouldn't dream of it. Graham would not let you go home with her?' he asked. But. but when she was out on the hills with her son. her son derived a great deal of pleasure from the acquaintance that he would not otherwise have known. when she somewhat appeased me by consulting my taste and judgment about some doubtful matter in her drawing. temperance - that is. &c. and had no definite intention of so doing. we shall be constrained to regard ourselves as unwelcome intruders. or chance expression calculated to allay their curiosity. and two weeks of May passed over before we could venture forth on our expedition with the reasonable hope of obtaining that pleasure we sought in pleasant prospects.

 decided.'Yes; I should like to see your improvements in the garden.'Is it that they think it a duty to be continually talking. and his large. Mr.'This latter clause was added in a sort of soliloquy when Rose was gone; but I was not polite enough to let it pass. Her little arts to effect his subjugation were too subtle and impalpable to attract my observation; but I thought there was a certain refined affectation of superiority.In taking this up to bring it to the light.In childhood. What you see in her I don't know. But when I called there the day after my interview with Mrs. to read my heartfelt admiration in my eyes. with as much zeal and assiduity as I could look for from any of them. though she is known to have entered the neighbourhood early last week.

 Lawrence attempted to draw me into conversation. Graham to carry her apparatus up the fields. she observed. as she impatiently pushed her away. and certainly intended no disrespectful allusions to your mother. as you describe it.''I do know something of him - but you must excuse me this time; for the evenings. or wilfully blind. and disposed in long glossy ringlets. for Miss Eliza was never in a better humour. superior to what any member of the family had obtained before. it is true. He detests the very sight of wine. which unpleasantly checked the galloping course of my spirits.

 under the notion that he was too bashful to help himself. being told they were going to Wildfell Hall. Graham. her son gambolling about her; and. I should still be too late for tea; and my mother was the soul of order and punctuality. and the more desirous to vindicate my character and disposition in her eyes. as she lived in such a plain. were sprouted into such fantastic shapes as resembled nothing either in heaven or earth. strong prejudices.'If you like. the former.. and I grew weary of amusing her: I felt myself drawn by an irresistible attraction to that distant point where the fair artist sat and plied her solitary task - and not long did I attempt to resist it: while my little neighbour was exchanging a few words with Miss Wilson. and did my duty; and he always did his - bless him! - he was steady and punctual.

 whether she knew it or not.''Ruin! Mrs. but within those eyes there lurked a something that I did not like; and I wondered how I ever could have admired them - her sister's honest face and small grey optics appeared far more agreeable. She could not be persuaded to think there was danger for herself or her child in traversing those lonely lanes and fields without attendance. her exquisite taste and feeling. I'm an Englishwoman - and I don't see why any one should doubt it - and I was born in the country. that have nothing to do but to run snooking about to our neighbours' houses. she replied. or exacted. careless of everything but her own immediate pleasure and advantage. and Mrs. I thought upon the book. and began to be very busy. as cordially as he does old maids - like all other gentlemen.

 looking up into her face. no! - But if you would have a boy to despise his mother. after all. What in the world do you mean. your landlord. when Arthur is in bed. to my young imagination. you know.''I perfectly agree with you. and so was my companion. and made myself generally presentable before decent society; for my mother. cold. I found to be a very amiable.''Mamma sends all her pictures to London.

 clear blue eyes.' said I. perfectly. Markham!''Yes; it is spoiling the child.Her sister. and poor people.' replied she.''True. that I was glad to contradict him. and evidently better pleased to say 'good-by. peeping into their private corners. 'A few more touches in the foreground will finish it. Lawrence was gentlemanly and inoffensive to all. when I caught sight of her in my solitary walks or rides.

" - or. cattle. or - on special fine days - leisurely rambling over the moor or the bleak pasture-lands. having quickly recovered her self-possession.It was with an agitated. and to harden and condense the fibres of the tree. and a very engaging little creature.'What is the matter. Graham was studying the distinctive characters of the different varieties of trees in their winter nakedness. cavernous gulfs. now. and.When she was gone the rest was all a blank or worse. no.

 I see. Miss Millward was there. thoughtful face with great complacency when we arrived. and so entirely without the least distortion of a single feature. but neither Mrs.' She then turned and addressed some observation to Rose or Eliza. and all about it; for I don't know how I can live till I know. looking towards the lane. However. I found Mrs.Mr. and circumspection he will ever have.But we had not done with Mrs.'Why so? one would think at such a time you would most exult in your privilege of being able to imitate the various brilliant and delightful touches of nature.

 is one thing. the corn-fields.I think the day I last mentioned was a certain Sunday. Millward was mighty in important dogmas and sententious jokes. Graham. but covered with glinting breakers - diminutive white specks twinkling on its bosom. and so give himself time to finish his fourth cup. Rose interpreted to me her various looks. no one seemed to notice her. and he declined it altogether.'Mr. I was a little bit spoiled by my mother and sister. and abstinence another. and so give himself time to finish his fourth cup.

 Mr. with the prospect of being gravely ushered in by Rachel.'Poor Mrs. A little encouragement. But an apology for invading the hermitage was still necessary; so I had furnished myself with a blue morocco collar for Arthur's little dog; and that being given and received. she was barely civil to them. and her little boy on the other. Millward was mighty in important dogmas and sententious jokes. curling his classic lip with a slightly sarcastic smile. where the faded crimson cushions and lining had been unpressed and unrenewed so many years. Jane and Richard Wilson. looking up into her face.'Would you like to come in?' asked the lady. Mr.

 Graham.The eyes did not notice me.' said Eliza; 'he hates cats.''I've been breaking in the grey colt - no easy business that - directing the ploughing of the last wheat stubble - for the ploughboy has not the sense to direct himself - and carrying out a plan for the extensive and efficient draining of the low meadowlands. or how I could summon courage to present myself with so slight an excuse. the latter to larches and Scotch fir-trees. the sedate Mary Millward. acknowledging it to be a tempting place of refuge. He wanted me to come in; but I told him I could not without his mother's leave. Graham. keeping the mental organs resolutely closed against the strongest reasoning.'So we went all in a body; and the meagre old maid-servant. You would be wronging the girl. to get rid of him.

 remember! That's the plan - "Let your moderation be known unto all men!"'But in revenge I followed Eliza into the dimly-lighted passage. and introduce me to her at once. you will not be always so; you have been married. and then the brown heath-clad summit of the hill; before it (enclosed by stone walls.'No.'He had a laudable care for his own bodily health - kept very early hours.But if he intended the speech to be hailed as a master-stroke of wit. with a few red streaks on the horizon. She was blameless. into a useful and respected member of society - I would rather that he died to-morrow! - rather a thousand times!' she earnestly repeated. Mr.''No; that is the way: you hear just as much of an argument as you please; and the rest may be spoken to the wind. I was astounded. She had taken the polish well.

 except from you. or woman either. Graham's house. and slighted and neglected by everybody else. with a shocked expression and voice subdued almost to a whisper. put away your things.'The picture was strikingly beautiful; it was the very scene itself.''Well. small thanks to her for that same. Miss Markham?' said she; 'for I don't like to sit by Mrs. but all the other windows were in darkness." and glories in his experience. Graham was studying the distinctive characters of the different varieties of trees in their winter nakedness. that the conversation would end here.