England -- Fiction; Love stories; Scholars -- Fiction
The first half-mile was occupied, on Wilkinson's part, in little
would-be efforts to make his companion more comfortable. He shifted
himself about into the furthest corner so as to give her more room;
he pulled his cloak out from under her, and put it over her knees to
guard her from the dust; and recommended her three times to put up
her parasol. Then he had a word or two to say to the neighbours; but
that only lasted as long as he was in his own parish. Then he came to
a hill which gave him an opportunity of walking; and on getting in
again he occupied half a minute in taking out his watch, and assuring
Adela that she would not be too late for the train.
But when all this was done, the necessity for conversation still
remained. They had hardly been together--thrown for conversation on
each other as they now were--since that day when Arthur had walked
over for the last time to West Putford. Reader, do you remember it?
Hardly; for have not all the fortunes and misfortunes of our more
prominent hero intervened since that chapter was before you?
"I hope you will find yourself comfortable at Littlebath," he said at
last.
"Oh, yes; that is, I shall be when my aunt comes home. I shall be at
home then, you know."
"But that will be some time?"
"I fear so; and I dread greatly going to this Miss Todd, whom I have
never seen. But you see, dear Miss Baker must go back to Hadley soon,
and Miss Todd has certainly been very good-natured in offering to
take me."
Then there was another silence, which lasted for about half a mile.
"My mother would have been very glad if you would have stayed at the
parsonage till your aunt's return; and so would my sisters--and so
should I."
"You are all very kind--too kind," said Adela.
Then came another pause, perhaps for a quarter of a mile, but it was
up-hill work, and the quarter of a mile passed by very slowly.
"It seems so odd that you should go away from us, whom you have known
so long, to stay with Miss Todd, whom you never have even seen."
"I think change of scene will be good for me, Mr. Wilkinson."
"Well, perhaps so." And then the other quarter of a mile made away
with itself. "Come, get along, Dumpling." This was said to the fat
steed; for they had now risen to level ground.
"Our house, I know, must be very stupid for you. It is much changed
from what it was; is it not?"
"Oh, I don't know."
"Yes, it is. There is neither the same spirit, nor the same
good-will. We miss my father greatly."
"Ah, yes. I can feel for you there. It is a loss; a great loss."
"I sometimes think it unfortunate that my mother should have remained
at the vicarage after my father's death."
"You have been very good to her, I know."
"I have done my best, Adela." It was the first time she had
distinctly heard him call her by her Christian name since she had
come to stay with them. "But I have failed. She is not happy there;
nor, indeed, for that matter, am I."
"A man should be happy when he does his duty."
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