Living a life so retired, and with little to distract her, she gave herself to long thoughts of her lover, and lived and lived again the stolen moments which she had spent with him. It was on these that she nourished her courage and strengthened her will; for, bred to submission and educated to obey, it was no small thing that she contemplated. Nor could she have raised herself to the pitch of determination which she had reached had she not gained elevation from the thought that the matter now rested in her own hands, and that all Clement’s trust and all his dependence were on her. She must be true to him or she would fail him indeed. Honor no less than love required her to be firm, let her timid heart beat as it might. On wet days she sat in the Dutch summer-house, the squat tower with the pyramidal roof and fox-vane on top, which flanked the raised walk, and had, when viewed from below, the look of a bastion. But the day after Ovington’s return happened to be fine. It was one of those days of mild sunshine and soft air, which occur in late autumn or early winter and, by reason of their rarity, linger in the memory; and she was walking in the garden when, an hour before noon, Calamy came to tell her that “the master” was asking for her. “And very peevish,” he added, shaking his head as he stalked away under the apple-trees, “as he’s like to be, more and more till the end.” She overtook the man in the hall. “Is he alone, Calamy?” she asked. “Ay, but your A’nt’s been with him. He’s for going up the hill.” “Up the hill?” “Ay, he’s one that will walk while he can. But the next time, I’m thinking,” shaking his head again, “it won’t be his feet he’ll go out on.” “Mrs. Bourdillon has gone?” “Ay, miss, she’s gone—as we’re all going,” despondently, “sooner or later. She brought some paper, for I heard her reading to him. It would be his will, I expect.” Josina thought the supposition most unlikely, for if her father was close with his money he was at least as close with his affairs. As long as she could remember he had held himself in a crabbed reserve, he had moved a silent master in a dependent world, even his rare outbursts of anger had rather emphasized than broken his reticence.