At last, the arrival of luggage and passengers became more frequent
and hurried--first and second bells were rung--places taken--doors
banged--a jerk forward--another back--and they were off--not at full
speed at once, but slowly through the tunnel--leaving Kate time to
look at the spot where she felt so desolate, the day she arrived; and,
contrasting her present feelings with that terrible period, she knew,
for the first time, perhaps, how much she had suffered. It was better
for her that the disappointment at Egerton's not recognising her had
come before, not after Winter's return--it was something to keep the
balance of her heart amid so much delight. The recollection of it had
never left her mind for a single instant since the Sunday before, till
Winter's presence had, for a moment, overpowered it with a flood of
light. Already, however, it was beginning to return, yet less gloomily,
less hopelessly, mingling with some more clearly acknowledged sense
of duty to herself--that it was too bold, too unmaidenly to think
so much of one who perhaps thought but little of her! Yes--she was
strong enough to be proud again. Oh! the enjoyment of that journey!
everything looked so pleasant--even the drenched country through
which they flew--and the stiff, old-maidish-looking woman opposite,
who read "vestiges of the Natural History of the Creation" the whole
way--munching biscuits till the carriage was strewn with the vestiges
of modern crumbs; and the two gentlemen, one from Hampshire, and the
other from North of the Tweed, who discussed Free Trade so warmly with
Mr. Winter--and dear Mr. Winter himself, his rosy, round, well-shaven
face, with its twinkling eyes, sparkling over a dark brown Spanish
cloak, of melo-dramatic dimensions, majestically folded round him,
while his head was cosily tied up in a templar cap, with flaps over the
ears! How radiant is each object viewed through the medium of a happy
heart!
Then as evening closed in, and after rushing by many a quiet little
station with its red flag, and signal-man's outstretched arms, how
joyous was Winter's look, as he drew out his watch.
"Half-past four! we shall be at Euston Square not long after eight."
A few minutes pause at Wolverton, while the porters trampling heavily
overhead put in the lighted lamps--and jerk, clash--they were off
again. The Hampshire gentleman drew up a window that had been slightly
open, and renewed his argument.
"And though the legislature leaves the farmer no protection, the
legislators will not lower their rents a fraction. Why, down in my
county, Lord Egerton, of Allerton, took off two and a half per cent
last year; and to read the address, and hear the speeches he made about
it, you would think he had made each tenant a present of his holding.
Thanking Heaven for putting so christian an act into his heart, &c.,
&c.; and now they say he will never recover; and his brother will be
putting the screw on again, I suppose."
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