For answer Millicent drew her long glove from her soft, white hand, and he took it gravely, and, in the presence of all, slipped on the ring, bending over it afterwards to kiss that hand, with the chivalrous delicacy of some courtier of a bygone school, then, raising his eyes to hers, he said softly, "Millicent Luttrell, our friendship must never fail." Before she could say a word of thanks he had turned to speak to Mrs Luttrell, giving way to Sir Gordon Bourne, who began chatting to her pleasantly, while her eyes followed Christie Bayle's easy gestures, as she wondered the while at the change in his manner, unable to realise the agony of soul that he had suffered in this his first great battle with self before he had obtained the mastery, wounded and changed, stepping at once, as it were, from boyhood to the position of a thoughtful man. Hallam soon arrived, smiling and agreeable, and it was piteous to see Mrs Luttrell's efforts to be very warm and friendly to him. Millicent noticed it, and also that her father was quiet towards his son-in-law elect. She watched, too, the meeting between Hallam and Bayle, the former being as nearly offensive as his gentlemanly manner would allow; the latter warm, grave, and friendly. "Has Bayle been unwell?" said Hallam the first time he was alone with Millicent. "_I_ have not heard," she replied, glancing at the curate, and wondering more and more, as the evening went on, at the change. Among others, the Trampleasures arrived, and to Miss Heathery's grief, Mrs Trampleasure pretty well monopolised Bayle's remarks, or else made him listen to her own. "And what do you think of this engagement, Mr Bayle?" she said, in so audible a voice that he was afraid it would be overheard. "They make a very handsome couple," he replied. "Ah, yes, handsome enough, I dare say; but good looks will not fill mouths. I wonder L. has allowed it. Mr Hallam is all very well, but he is, I may say, our servant, and if we, who are above him, find so much trouble to make both ends meet, I don't know what he'll do." "But Mr Hallam has a very good salary, I presume?" "I tell T. it is too much, and old Mr Dixon and Sir Gordon might have taken a hundred off, and let us draw it. I don't approve of the match at all." "Indeed, Mrs Trampleasure," said Bayle, who felt hurt at hearing her speak like this. "Yes; I'm Millicent's aunt, and I think I ought to have been consulted more--but there! it is of no use to speak to my brother; and as to Millicent--she always did just as she liked with her mother! Poor Kitty is very weak!" "I always find Mrs Luttrell very sweet and motherly." "Not so motherly as I am, Mr Bayle," said the lady bluntly. "Ah, it's a great stress on a woman--a large family--especially when the father takes things so coolly. I shouldn't speak to every one like this, you know, but one can talk to one's clergyman. Do you like Mr Hallam?" "I find him very gentlemanly."