Mr Thurston, happening to glance in Captain Chancellor's direction, saw, and rightly interpreted, the expression of his face. First, he felt amused, then a little indignant. What right had this man to approve or disapprove of whatever Eugenia chose to say or do? Lastly, an undefinable instinct urged him to turn the conversation, without appearing to do so, for happy Eugenia was walking on merrily, in unconsciousness of any cloud in her vicinity. "I think, Miss Laurence," said Gerald, "you have got a little confusion in your head between the `crystal sea' of the Bible and Dante's `sea of ice,' haven't you? One does get the queerest confused associations sometimes, especially of things one has first heard of in childhood, and I know your literary taste when you were a small person in pinafores was rather omnivorous, wasn't it?" Eugenia laughed and confessed it was true. Beauchamp did not seem edified by the conversation. "Yes, Eugenia," said Frank, "you have taken up a wrong idea altogether. The words `glass' and `crystal' are only used to give the idea of purity, not motionlessness or lifelessness. Why, don't you remember the `water of _life_' being described as `pure as crystal' in another place? You shouldn't begin criticising scriptural expressions unless you have studied the subject--no one should." His tone was slightly dictatorial and decidedly clerical. Eugenia's face flushed; she looked up with a somewhat haughty answer on her lips, but to her amazement, and that of every one else, Captain Chancellor said, suddenly, addressing Frank,-- "I quite agree with you, Thurston." Eugenia's face changed from pink to crimson. Gerald, watching her anxiously, thought he had never seen the expression of any face change so quickly, but she walked on quietly without speaking. "If she would but see in time," thought Gerald; "if she would but see in time! He worthy of her! he understand her! As well expect a blacksmith to make a watch, or--or--" He could think of no comparison sufficiently forcible to suit his indignant frame of mind. By this time they had emerged from the lane on to the high road. They were within a mile of their destination, and the skaters waxed impatient. "We shall not have a long afternoon," said the curate. "Suppose, Bob, you and Arthur and I push on? We shall walk a good deal quicker than the ladies. Will you and Chancellor follow at your leisure with Sydney and Eugenia, Gerald? I want the boys to have a good afternoon. You don't mind, Sydney?" So it was agreed. The four left behind naturally fell into pairs; Mr Thurston and Sydney in front, Eugenia and Captain Chancellor some little way in the rear.