The tall man seemed to have disappeared. Not only did he never cross
the threshold, but he never so much as showed face at a window; or, at
least, not so far as I could see; for I dared not creep forward beyond
a certain distance in the day, since the upper floor commanded the
bottoms of the links; and at night, when I could venture farther, the
lower windows were barricaded as if to stand a siege. Sometimes I
thought the tall man must be confined to bed, for I remembered the
feebleness of his gait; and sometimes I thought he must have gone clear
away, and that Northmour and the young lady remained alone together in
the pavilion. The idea, even then, displeased me.
Whether or not this pair were man and wife, I had seen abundant reason
to doubt the friendliness of their relation. Although I could hear
nothing of what they said, and rarely so much as glean a decided
expression on the face of either, there was a distance, almost a
stiffness, in their bearing which showed them to be either unfamiliar
or at enmity. The girl walked faster when she was with Northmour than
when she was alone; and I conceived that any inclination between a man
and a woman would rather delay than accelerate the step. Moreover, she
kept a good yard free of him, and trailed her umbrella, as if it were a
barrier, on the side between them. Northmour kept sidling closer; and,
as the girl retired from his advance, their course lay at a sort of
diagonal across the beach, and would have landed them in the surf had
it been long enough continued. But, when this was imminent, the girl
would unostentatiously change sides and put Northmour between her and
the sea. I watched these manœuvres, for my part, with high enjoyment
and approval, and chuckled to myself at every move.
On the morning of the third day, she walked alone for some time, and I
perceived, to my great concern, that she was more than once in tears.
You will see that my heart was already interested more than I supposed.
She had a firm yet airy motion of the body, and carried her head with
unimaginable grace; every step was a thing to look at, and she seemed
in my eyes to breathe sweetness and distinction.
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