The unfortunate youth, after these meetings, would console himself with the thought that he could place himself opposite in church, and there dart appeal into her eyes; but the very first Sunday he went it was to find that Helen had changed her seat, so that it was her back and not her face at which he gazed. A half-crown bestowed upon the pew-opener--young men at such times are generous--remedied this difficulty, and in the afternoon he had secured a seat opposite to Helen once again; but the next Sunday she had again changed her place, and no matter how he tried, Helen always avoided his gaze. A month killed the tender passion, and the young gentleman disappeared from Mayleyfield for good--at least so it is to be hoped, for no ill was heard of the hapless youth, the first smitten down by Helen Perowne's dark eyes. "And I am very glad we never see him now," said Helen one day when they were staying at the Rectory, and incidentally the troubles at Miss Twettenham's were named. "So am I," said Grey, quietly. "It was such a pity that you should have noticed him at all." "Nonsense! He was only a silly overgrown boy; but oh, Grey, child," cried Helen, in a burst of confidence, "isn't the Reverend Arthur delicious?" "Delicious?" replied Grey, gazing at her wonderingly. "I don't understand you." "Oh, nonsense! He is so droll-looking, so tall and thin, and so attentive. I declare I feel sometimes as if I could make everyone my slave." "Oh! Helen, pray don't talk like that!" cried Grey, in alarm. "Why not? Is a woman to be always wearing a pinafore and eating bread and butter? I'm not a child now. Look, there comes Dr Bolter along the lane. Stand back from the window, or he'll be blowing kisses at us, or some nonsense. I declare I hate that man!" "I like Dr Bolter," said Grey, quietly. "Yes, you like everyone who is weak and stupid. Dr Bolter always treats me as if I were a child. A silly, fat, dumpy little stupid; feeling my pulse and making me put out my tongue. He makes my fingers tingle to box his ears." "I think Dr Bolter takes great interest in us," said Grey, slowly, and she stood gazing through the open window of their bedroom at the figure of the little doctor, as he came slowly down the lane, his eyes intent upon the weeds, and every now and then making a dart at some plant beneath the hedge, and evidently quite forgetful of his proximity to the Rectory gate. "Interest, yes!" cried Helen, who, in the retirement of their bedroom threw off her languid ways, and seemed full of eagerness and animation. "A nice prospect for us, cooped up on board ship with a man like that! I declare I feel quite ashamed of him. I wonder what sort of people we shall have as cabin passengers." "They are sure to be nice," said Grey.