“Fie, child!” was the answer. “If I thought so, I should withdraw from
their acquaintance. Excuse me; I must put on my bonnet at once, not to
lose this fine afternoon.”
Edward did not relish her remark: it menaced more Spoons than one.
However, he was not the man to be cast down at a word: he lighted a
cigar, and strolled towards Hardie's house. Mr. Hardie, senior, had left
three days ago on a visit to London; Miss Hardie received him; he
passed the afternoon in calm complacency, listening reverently to her
admonitions, and looking her softly out of countenance, and into earthly
affections, with his lion eyes.
Meantime his remark, so far from really seeming foolish to Mrs. Dodd,
was the true reason for her leaving him so abruptly “Even this dear slow
Thing sees it,” thought she. She must talk to Julia more seriously,
and would go to the school at once. She went up-stairs, and put on her
bonnet and shawl before the glass; then moulded on her gloves, and came
down equipped. On the stairs was a large window, looking upon the open
field; she naturally cast her eyes through it in the direction she was
going, and what did she see but a young lady and gentleman coming slowly
down the path towards the villa. Mrs. Dodd bit her lip with vexation,
and looked keenly at them, to divine on what terms they were. And the
more she looked the more uneasy she grew.
The head, the hand, the whole body of a sensitive young woman walking
beside him she loves, betray her heart to experienced eyes watching
unseen; and especially to female eyes. And why did Julia move so slowly,
especially after that warning? Why was her head averted from that
encroaching boy, and herself so near him? Why not keep her distance,
and look him full in the face? Mrs. Dodd's first impulse was that of
leopardesses, lionesses, hens, and all the mothers in nature; to dart
from her ambush and protect her young; but she controlled it by a
strong effort; it seemed wiser to descry the truth, and then act with
resolution: besides, the young people were now almost at the shrubbery;
so the mischief if any, was done.
They entered the shrubbery.
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