'Yes; Dorcas, who is always very good to me, made me promise to come whenever I was at Drackley. I arrived yesterday, and they tell me you stay so much at home, that possibly you might not appear in the upper world for two or three days; so I had not patience, you see.' It was now Rachel's turn to laugh a musical little roulade; but somehow her talk was neither so gay, nor so voluble, as it used to be. She liked to listen; she would not for the world their little conversation ended before its time; but there was an unwonted difficulty in finding anything to say. 'It is quite true; I am more a stay-at-home than I used to be. I believe we learn to prize home more the longer we live.' 'What a wise old lady! I did not think of that; I have only learned that whatever is most prized is hardest to find.' 'And spring is come again,' continued Rachel, passing by this little speech, 'and my labours recommence. And though the day is longer, there is more to do in it, you see.' 'I don't wonder at your being a stay-at-home, for, to my eyes, it is the prettiest spot of earth in all the world; and if you find it half as hard to leave it as I do, your staying here is quite accounted for.' This little speech, also, Rachel understood quite well, though she went on as if she did not. 'And this little garden costs, I assure you, a great deal of wise thought. In sowing my annuals I have so much to forecast and arrange; suitability of climate, for we have sun and shade here, succession of bloom and contrast of colour, and ever so many other important things.' 'I can quite imagine it, though it did not strike me before,' he said, looking on her with a smile of pleasant and peculiar interest, which somehow gave a reality to this playful talk. 'It is quite true; and I should not have thought of it--it is very pretty,' and he laughed a gentle little laugh, glancing over the tiny garden. 'But, after all, there is no picture of flowers, or still life, or even of landscape, that will interest long. You must be very solitary here at times--that is, you must have a great deal more resource than I, or, indeed, almost anyone I know, or this solitude must at times be oppressive. I hope so, at least, for that would force you to appear among us sometimes.' 'No, I am not lonely--that is, not lonelier than is good for me. I have such a treasure of an old nurse--poor old Tamar--who tells me stories, and reads to me, and listens to my follies and temper, and sometimes says very wise things, too; and the good vicar comes often--this is one of his days--with his beautiful little boy, and talks so well, and answers my follies and explains all my perplexities, and is really a great help and comfort.'