Feeling heated with my recent excitement, and very nervous and unhappy, I drew the little hood of my mantle over my head, and went out into the grounds before the house to subdue myself a little. The day was still at its height, sunny and warm, almost like summer, and every twig of all the trees and hedges was bursting with the young life of spring. Rich golden and purple crocuses spotted the dark soil in all the flower borders; and the pale little pensive snowdrop, instead of looking precocious as it usually does, looked late, feeble, and all unlike the sunshine. Waving their numberless boughs far up across the blue depths of the sky, I thought I could see the buds bursting on the elm-trees, and life was rising and swelling in everything like a great tide. I was refreshed by the cool breeze on my brow, and calmed with the sounds and breath of the fresh air out of doors. I cannot tell what induced me to turn my steps to the little wicket-gate, at which this morning we had left Miss Saville, and which opened on the lane leading to the rectory. I went to it, and leaned my arm upon it, looking down the road. I had not been there a minute when I heard a murmur of voices--"Don't, Richard, pray, don't!--I won't have you frighten the poor child," remonstrated the voice of Miss Saville. "It's for her good," answered another voice, and before I could leave my place, Saville had sprung across the low fence into the lane, and was close beside me. For the first moment I did not move, but stood looking full at him with a gaze which subdued the man, though I cannot tell how. "Young lady! let me have half an hour's conversation," he said, in a humble tone; "I know a great deal which you would be very glad to know. Come, don't be proud, I know you're not over pleased to be only Queen Consort--if you'll be ruled by me"-- "I will not be ruled by you--be so good as to leave me," said I, drawing back--"I will hear nothing you have got to say--not a word." "If you will not hear me, you will repent it," said the man. "I warrant Edgar has not told you a word--no, trust him for that." At this moment, I do not deny that my curiosity was very greatly roused, but strange emotions were roused with it; I could not bear to hear my husband's name in this fellow's lips. "If my husband did not tell me, it was because I would not hear him," said I, "and I will not hear you. I do not care what you have got to say. Miss Saville, I hope, will not think I mean any unkindness to her--but I have not a word to say to you."