“It has been long since you were there,” said Barbara dully. “Now I go with Joan at times, though mother frowns and says she is not fit. Eh, Audrey, if I could have a dress of red silk, with gold and bright stones, like you wore last night! Old days I had more than you, but all’s changed now. Joan says”-- The Widow Constance rising to take leave, it did not appear what Joan had said. The visitors from the country went away, nor came again while Audrey dwelt in Williamsburgh. The schoolmaster came, and while he waited for his sometime pupil to slowly descend the stairs talked learnedly to Mr. Stagg of native genius, of the mind drawn steadily through all accidents and adversities to the end of its own discovery, and of how time and tide and all the winds of heaven conspire to bring the fate assigned, to make the puppet move in the stated measure. Mr. Stagg nodded, took out his snuffbox, and asked what now was the schoolmaster’s opinion of the girl’s Monimia last night,--the last act, for instance. Good Lord, how still the house was!--and then one long sigh! The schoolmaster fingered the scars in his bands, as was his manner at times, but kept his eyes upon the ground. When he spoke, there was in his voice unwonted life. “Why, sir, I could have said with Lear, _’Hysterica passio! down, thou climbing sorrow!’_--and I am not a man, sir, that’s easily moved. The girl is greatly gifted. I knew that before either you or the town, sir. Audrey, good-morrow!” Such as these from out her old life Darden’s Audrey saw and talked with. Others sought her, watched for her, laid traps that might achieve at least her presence, but largely in vain. She kept within the house; when the knocker sounded she went to her own room. No flowery message, compliment, or appeal, not even Mary Stagg’s kindly importunity, could bring her from that coign of vantage. There were times when Mistress Stagg’s showroom was crowded with customers; on sunny days young men left the bowling green to stroll in the shell-bordered garden paths; gentlemen and ladies of quality passing up and down Palace Street walked more slowly when they came to the small white house, and looked to see if the face of Darden’s Audrey showed at any window.