Evan Harrington -- Volume 5

n their way to Lady Joc

d with her chin archly

you feel; you

passed Drummond into the house, and quietly returned his gaze, endured the first shock of this strange feeling. There could be no doubt that he was playing second fiddle to Rose. And what was he about to do? Oh, horror! to stand like a criminal, and say, or worse, have said for him, things to tip the ears with fire! To tell the young lady's mother that he had won her daughter's love, and meant- what did he mean? He knew not. Alas! he was second fiddle; he could only mean what she meant. Evan loved Rose

ne intuition of it, and was aware of the golden rule I have just laid down, we need

wait for me. And if you meet Drummond, don't be angry with him. Drummond is very fond of me, and of course I shall teach him to be fon

then nodded meaningly, and let her eyes dwell on

nk at the thought of human faces, like a wretch doomed to the pillory? He visioned her last glance, and lightning emotions of pride and happiness flashed through his veins. The generous, brave heart! Yes, with her hand in his, he could stand at bay-meet any fate. Evan accepted Rose becaus

where a group had gathered under the shade of a maple, consisting of Drummond Forth, Mrs. Evremonde, Mrs. Shorne, Mr. George Uplift, Seymour Jocelyn, and Ferdinand Laxley. A litt

and bowed to Mrs. Shorne, whom

e of recognition. They were silent till he was out of earshot. He noticed that his s

oses I called you here,

eg one?' he

nt them from . . . It

id Evan, pointin

r fingers

he cried, and

t I shall compromis

r me too lit

r Miss

ose before you called he

at he had been called there for. The little lady had feverish

she dropped her voice, 'wi

ould not do tha

u think I wish you to stay? No friend of yours would wish it. You do not

othing but kindnes

ose.' She broke it from the stem and handed it to him. 'You may wear that, and they are not so l

his condition, evidently. Perhaps it was generally known, and perhaps it was thought that he had come to win Rose fo

oments it can be done. Love has divine moments. There are times also when Lov

speaking freshly and lightly, and with the colour on her cheeks wh

n. That's over. She he

d s

est man I ever knew! I think you are really trembling. She will speak to Papa, and then-and then, I su

lyn listened to you, R

ry b

does she t

is called a philosopher: nobody knows how deep-hearted she is, though. My mother is true as steel. I can't separate the kindness from the sense, or I would tell you all she said. When I say kindness, I don't mean any "Oh, my child," and tears, and kisses, and maundering, you

!' Evan b

t is

owe everyt

it's very much better than your owi

only seco

people love, there is no such

, God knows! I did in Portugal: I do now-more and more. But

? but

was, 'what will be thought of me?' not a small matter to any of us. He caugh

e. 'The battle has co

n on your arm, and be

hat I am going to put o

hey are to know they ma

ed in Ev

u hesi

beggarly receiver, and the high bloom of the exalted giver. Nevertheless, he love

e to see the place where I was

, Ev

hear me spoken o

cried Rose. '

g from, Rose. Names used

heart! I suppose I'm not a fair lady, or you wouldn't have won me. Now, come. Remember, E

to arrest her in her course, and been silenc

the conclave u

ushed as the

Does Harry come back from Londo

Laxley was he

word to you, Rose

sure, my dear aunt': an

re probably not aware of what you are doing: Nobody likes ease and natural familiarity more than I do. I am persuade

and wilful,

o trouble your father-you know he cannot bear worry-but I mus

not M

ct my brother first. No

allusion to M

ll not avail

do secretly what

l remember you are

lf, my d

irth a la

s, and blush, and shrink, wheneve

of this Mr. Harrington, I must inform you that I have it on certain authority f

hed the effect s

d Rose. 'And do you

tlemen, Rose, please be

Then my Grandpapa Bonner is out of the l

nturer remains here-I think it will not be long-not to be compromising yourself further, as you now do. Or-indeed I must-I shall let your p

ery much obliged to you, my dear aunt. Concerning Mr. Harrington,

I have

han cotton! And don't they call these cre

difference what

interest you, go and see Mama, now. She can tell you a grea

nd Mrs. Shorne to Lady Jocelyn. They were antagonistic, and, rational as Lady Jocelyn

unpleasantness of the fresh facts revealed to her. They did not change her; on the contrary, drew her to him faster-and she thought she had completely conquered whatever could rise against him. But when Juliana Bonner told her that day that Evan was not only the son of the thing, but the thing himself, and that his name could be seen any day in Lympo

you told me al

ll-reli

did I m

give you

was some time before she was able to get free from the trammels of prejudice, but when she did, she did without reserve, saying: 'Evan, there is no man who would have done so much.' These little exaltations and generosities bind lovers tightly. He accepted the credit she gave him, and at that we need not wonder. It helped him furth

tess had, therefore, to rely chiefly upon personal observation, upon her intuitions, upon her sensations in the proximity of the people to whom she was opposed; and from these she gathered that she was, to use the word which seemed fitting to her, betrayed. Still to be sweet, still to smile and to amuse,-still to give her zealous attention to the business of the diplomatist's Election, still to go through her church-services devoutly, required heroism; she was

sition one day in this house! Particulars when I embrace you. I dare not trust a letter here. If Evan had confided in me! He is impenetrable. He will be low all his life, and I refuse any more to sully myself in at

tess had, for the hour, lost heart. We f

that an union between our brother and her son's child would sweetly gratify her, and help her to go to her rest in peace. Can I chase that spark of comfort from one so truly pious? Dearest Juliana! I have anticipated Evan's feeling for her, and so she thinks his conduct cold. Indeed, I told her, point blank, he loved her. That, you know, is

ts the weakness of a sel

d the joys of scholars

rdoned to her by those w

e discernment wh

nown, or I am sure I could not feel as I do. It would burn me up. George Up-- does not dare; and his most beautiful lady-love had far b

will counteract that hateful Mr. Forth, who may soon have work enough. Mr. Raikes (Evan's friend) met a mad captain in Fallow field! Dear Mr. Raikes is ready to say anything; not from love of falsehood, but because he is r

women require in the thorny walk of life. I can show you a letter when we meet that will astonish humdrum. Not so diplomatic as the writer thought! Mrs. Melville (sweet woman!) must continue to practise civility; for a woman who is a wife, my dear, in verity she lives in a glass house, and let her fling no stones. "Let him who is without sin." How beautiful that Christian sentiment! I hope I shall be pardoned, but it always seems to me that what we have to endure is infinitely worse than any ot

cludes, with h

epted the messenger. Evan closeted with Sir Franks. Andrew's horrible old broth

idence closes th