My moorlands looked dreary; the heather is fading from purple to brown; the Autumn days are coming on fast. That afternoon they had that leaden uniformity which always weighs me down; I felt weary, hopeless--longed for some change in my dull life; wished I were a boy, a man--anything, so that I might be something--do something. Thus thinking, so deeply that I noticed little, a person overtook, and passed me. It is so rare to meet anyone above the rank of a labourer hereabouts, that I looked round; and then saw it was Dr. Urquhart. He recognised me, apparently--mechanically I bowed, so did he, and went on. This broke the chain of my thoughts--they wandered to my sister, Captain Treherne, and this Dr. Urquhart, with whom, now I came to think of it--I had not done so in the instant of his passing--I felt justly displeased. What right had he to meddle with my sister's affairs--to give his sage advice to his obedient young friend, who was foolish enough to ask it? Would I marry a man who went consulting his near, dear, and particular friends as to whether they were pleased to consider me a suitable wife for him? Never! Let him out of his own will love me, choose me, and win me, or leave me alone. So, perhaps, the blame lay more at Mr. Treherne's door than his friend's--whom I could not call either a bad man or a designing man--his countenance forbade it. Surely I had been unjust to him. He might have known this, and wished to give me a chance of penitence, for I shortly saw his figure reappearing over the slope of the road, returning towards me. Should I go back? But that would seem too pointed, and we should only exchange another formal bow. I was mistaken. He stopped, bade me "Good morning," made some remarks about the weather, and then abruptly told me that he had taken the liberty of turning back because he wanted to speak to me. I thought, whatever will Penelope say! This escapade will be more "improper" than Lisabel's, though my friend is patriarchal in his age and preternatural in his gravity. But the mischievous spirit, together with a little uncomfortable surprise, went out of me when I looked at Dr. Urquhart. In spite of himself, his whole manner was so exceedingly nervous that I became quite myself, if only out of compassion. "May I presume on our acquaintance enough to ask you a question--simple enough, but of great moment to me. Is Captain Treherne at your house?" "No." "Has he been there to-day?" "Yes." "I see, you think me extremely impertinent." "Not impertinent, but more inquisitive than I consider justifiable in a stranger. I really cannot engage to answer any more questions concerning my family or acquaintance." "Certainly not. I beg your pardon. I will wish you good morning." "Good morning." But he lingered. "You are too candid yourself not to permit candour in me--may I, in excuse, state my reasons for thus interrupting you?" I assented.