The supper was homely enough--cold meat and salad, and bread and cheese
and jam--and would have been cheerful and pleasant, Mr. Mildmay thought,
but for the absorbed looks of that elder daughter, who was still
somewhat unfriendly to him. He went upstairs to his room, where a large
mahogany four-post bed, with heavy moreen hangings, awaited him, before
the night was very far advanced. When he had been there for a short
time, he saw that his door was not shut, and went to close it. As he did
so, he caught a glimpse of Cicely going downstairs. She had retired some
time before he did, so that her reappearance struck him all the more;
and she was quite unconscious that he saw her. She carried a candle in
one hand, and a pile of tradesmen's books in the other. She was pale,
her look fixed, her nostrils a little dilated, like some one going to a
painful task, he thought. As she moved down the dark staircase, a speck
of light, with her candle shining on the whiteness of her face and
dress, the walls, by which she flitted, looked more and more like the
scenery of a drama to the young man. If they only would have opened, as
in the _real_ theatre, and shown him where she was going, what she was
about to do! But this was very mean curiosity on Mr. Mildmay's part. He
shut his door humbly, that she might not be disturbed by the sound, and
after a while went meekly to bed, trying to say to himself that he had
no right to pry into the business of these good people, who had been so
kind to him; though, indeed, she had not been kind to him, he
reflected, by way of lessening his own sense of guilt. He heard subdued
voices below for some time after, and wished more than ever that the
scenery would open, and reveal this scene to him; but the substantial
walls stood fast, and the moreen curtains hung grimly about him,
shutting out everything. There was no compromise about the furniture at
the rectory; the pillared bedposts stood square, and stern, and strong,
till poor Mildmay, dozing within them in the warm August night, thought
them Samson's pillars in the house of Dagon, or the pillars of the
earth.
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