forhefelt，inhissoreperplexedheart，fullofindignationanddumbanger，asifhemustgoandhearsomethingwhichshouldexorcisetheunwontedlongingforrevengethatdisturbedhisgrief，andmadehimconsciousofthatgreatblankofconsolationwhichfaithfulnessproduces。Andforthetimehewasfaithless。HowcameGodtopermitsuchcruelinjusticeofman？
Permittingit，Hecouldnotbegood。Thenwhatwaslife，andwhatwasdeath，butwoeanddespair？Thebeautifulsolemnwordsoftheritualhaddonehimgood，andrestoredmuchofhisfaith。Thoughhecouldnotunder—standwhysuchsorrowhadbefallenhimanymorethanbefore，hehadcomebacktosomethingofhischildliketrust;hekeptsayingtohimselfinawhisper，ashemountedthewearysteps，\'ItistheLord\'sdoing;\'andtherepetitionsoothedhimunspeakably。Behindthisoldcouplefollowedtheirchildren，grownmenandwomen，comefromdistantplaceorfarmhouseservice;theservantsatthevicarage，andmanyaneighbour，anxioustoshowtheirsympathy，andmostofthesailorsfromthecrewsofthevesselsinport，joinedinprocession，andfollowedthedeadbodyintothechurch。TherewastoogreatacrowdimmediatelywithinthedoorforSylviaandMollytogoinagain，andtheyaccordinglybetookthemselvestotheplacewherethedeepgravewaswaiting，wideandhungry，toreceiveitsdead。
There，leaningagainst，theheadstonesallaround，weremanystanding——lookingoverthebroadandplacidsea，andturnedtothesoftsaltairwhichblewontheirhoteyesandrigidfaces;fornoonespokeofallthatnumber。
Theywerethinkingoftheviolentdeathofhimoverwhomthesolemnwordswerenowbeingsaidinthegrayoldchurch，scarcelyoutoftheirhearing，hadnotthesoundbeenbrokenbythemeasuredlappingofthetidefarbeneath。Suddenlyeveryonelookedroundtowardsthepathfromthechurchyardsteps。
Twosailorsweresupportingaghastlyfigurethat，withfeeblemotions，wasdrawingneartheopengrave。\'It\'st\'specksioneerastriedtosavehim！It\'shimaswasleftfordead！\'
thepeoplemurmuredround。\'It\'sCharleyKinraid，asI\'masinner！\'saidMolly，startingforwardtogreethercousin。Butashecameon，shesawthatallhisstrengthwasneededforthemereactionofwalking。Thesailors，intheirstrongsympathy，hadyieldedtohisearnestentreaty，andcarriedhimupthesteps，inorderthathemightseethelastofhismessmate。Theyplacedhimnearthegrave，restingagainstastone，andhewashardlytherebeforethevicarcameforthandthegreatcrowdpouredoutofthechurch，followingthebodytothegrave。Sylviawassomuchwraptupinthesolemnityoftheoccasion，thatshehadnothoughttospareatthefirstmomentforthepaleandhaggardfigureopposite;muchlesswassheawareofhercousinPhilip，whonowsinglingheroutforthefirsttimefromamongthecrowd，pressedtoherside，withanintentionofcompanionshipandprotection。Astheservicewenton，ill—checkedsobsrosefrombehindthetwogirls，whowereamongtheforemostinthecrowdandby—and—bythecryandthewailbecamegeneral。Sylvia\'stearsraineddownherface，andherdistressbecamesoevidentthatitattractedtheattentionofmanyinthatinnercircle。Amongotherswhonoticedit，thespecksioneer\'sholloweyeswerecaughtbythesightoftheinnocentbloomingchildlikefaceoppositetohim，andhewonderedifshewerearelation;yet，seeingthatsheborenobadgeofmourning，heratherconcludedthatshemusthavebeenasweetheartofthedeadman。Andnowallwasover:therattleofthegravelonthecoffin;thelastlong，lingeringlookoffriendsandlovers;therosemarysprigshadbeencastdownbyallwhowerefortunateenoughtohavebroughtthem——andoh！
howmuchSylviawishedshehadrememberedthislastactofrespect——andslowlytheouterrimofthecrowdbegantoslackenanddisappear。NowPhilipspoketoSylvia。\'Ineverdreamtofseeingyouhere。IthoughtmyauntalwayswenttoKirkMoorside。\'\'IcamewithMollyCorney，\'saidSylvia。\'Motherisstayingathomewithfeyther。\'\'How\'shisrheumatics？\'askedPhilip。ButatthesamemomentMollytookholdofSylvia\'shand，andsaid——\'Awantt\'getroundandspeaktoCharley。Mother\'llbemainandgladtohearashe\'sgettenout;though，forsure，helooksasthoughhe\'dha\'
beenbetterin\'sbed。Come，Sylvia。\'AndPhilip，faintokeepwithSylvia，hadtofollowthetwogirlscloseuptothespecksioneer，whowaspreparingforhisslowlaboriouswalkbacktohislodgings。Hestoppedonseeinghiscousin。\'Well，Molly，\'saidhe，faintly，puttingouthishand，buthiseyepassingherfacetolookatSylviainthebackground，hertear—stainedfacefullofshyadmirationofthenearestapproachtoaheroshehadeverseen。\'Well，Charley，aniverwassotakenabackaswhenasawyo\'theere，likeaghost，a—standin\'aginagravestone。Howwhiteandwanyo\'dolook！\'\'Ay！\'saidhe，wearily，\'wanandweakenough。\'\'ButIhopeyou\'regettingbetter，sir，\'saidSylvia，inalowvoice，longingtospeaktohim，andyetwonderingatherowntemerity。\'Thankyou，mylass。I\'mo\'erth\'worst。\'Hesighedheavily。Philipnowspoke。\'We\'redoinghimnokindnessa—keepinghimstandingherei\'t\'night—fall，andhimsotired。\'Andhemadeasthoughhewouldturnaway。Kinraid\'stwosailorfriendsbackedupPhilip\'swordswithsuchurgency，that，somehow，Sylviathoughttheyhadbeentoblameinspeakingtohim，andblushedexcessivelywiththeidea。\'Yo\'llcomeandbenursedatMossBrow，Charley，\'saidMolly;andSylviadroppedherlittlemaidenlycurtsey，andsaid，\'Good—by;\'andwentaway，wonderinghowMollycouldtalksofreelytosuchahero;butthen，tobesure，hewasacousin，andprobablyasweetheart，andthatwouldmakeagreatdealofdifference，ofcourse。Meanwhileherowncousinkeptclosebyherside。
chapter07CHAPTERVIITETE—A—TETE。——THEWILL\'Andnowtellmeallaboutt\'folkathome，\'saidPhilip，evidentlypreparingtowalkbackwiththegirls。HegenerallycametoHaytersbankeverySundayafternoon，soSylviaknewwhatshehadtoexpectthemomentshebecameawareofhisneighbourhoodinthechurchyard。\'Myfeyther\'sbeensadlytroubledwithhisrheumaticsthisweekpast;buthe\'savastbetternow，thankyoukindly。\'Then，addressingherselftoMolly，sheasked，\'Hasyourcousinadoctortolookafterhim？\'\'Ay，forsure！\'saidMolly，quickly;forthoughsheknewnothingaboutthematter，shewasdeterminedtosupposethathercousinhadeverythingbecominganinvalidaswellasahero。\'He\'swell—to—do，andcanaffordiverythingasheneeds，\'continuedshe。\'Hisfeyther\'slefthimmoney，andhewereafarmeroutupi\'Northumberland，andhe\'sreckonedsuchaspecksioneerasniver，niverwas，andgetswhatwageheasksforandashareoneverywhaleheharpoonsbeside。\'\'Ireckonhe\'llhavetomakehimselfscarceonthiscoastforawhile，atanyrate，\'saidPhilip。\'An\'whatforshouldhe？\'askedMolly，whoneverlikedPhilipatthebestoftimes，andnow，ifhewasgoingtodisparagehercousininanyway，wasreadytotakeuparmsanddobattle。\'Why，theydosayashefiredtheshotashaskilledsomeo\'themen—o\'—war\'smen，and，ofcourse，ifhehas，he\'llhavetostandhistrialifhe\'scaught。\'\'Whatliespeopledosay！\'exclaimedMolly。\'Heniverkillednoughtbutwhales，a\'llbebound;or，ifhedid，itwereallrightandproperasheshould，whentheywereforstealinghiman\'allt\'others，anddidkillpoorDarleyaswecomefra\'seem\'buried。Asuppose，nowyo\'resuchaQuakerthat，ifsomeonewastobreakthroughfra\'t\'othersideo\'thisdyke，andofferfortomurderSylviaandme，yo\'dlookonwi\'yo\'rhandshangingbyyo\'rside。\'\'Butt\'press—ganghadlawontheirside，andweredoingnoughtbutwhatthey\'dwarrantfor。\'\'Th\'tender\'sgoneaway，asifshewereashamedo\'whatshe\'ddone，\'saidSylvia，\'andt\'flag\'sdownfra\'o\'ertheRandyvowse。There\'llbenomorepress—ganginghereawhile。\'\'No;feythersays，\'continuedMolly，\'asthey\'vemadet\'placetoohott\'hold\'em，comingsostrongaforepeoplehadgettenusedtotheirwayso\'catchin\'uppoorladsjustcomefra\'t\'Greenlandseas。T\'folksha\'
theirbloodsoupthey\'dthinknoharmo\'fighting\'emi\'t\'streets——ay，ando\'killing\'em，too，iftheywereforusingfire—arms，ast\'Aurora\'smendid。\'\'Womenissofondo\'bloodshed，\'saidPhilip;\'fort\'hearyoutalk，who\'dha\'thoughtyou\'djustcomefra\'cryingowerthegraveofamanwhowaskilledbyviolence？Ishouldha\'thoughtyou\'dseenenoughofwhatsorrowcomeso\'fighting。Why，themladso\'t\'AuroraastheysayKinraidshotdownhadfathersandmothers，maybe，alookingoutforthemtocomehome。\'\'Idon\'tthinkhecouldha\'killedthem，\'saidSylvia;\'helookedsogentle。\'ButMollydidnotlikethishalf—and—halfviewofthecase。\'Adaresayhedidkill\'emdead;he\'snotonetodothingsbyhalves。
Andathinkheserved\'emreet，that\'swhatado。\'\'Isna\'thisHester，asservesinFoster\'sshop？\'askedSylvia，inalowvoice，asayoungwomancamethroughastileinthestonewallbytheroadside，andsuddenlyappearedbeforethem。\'Yes，\'saidPhilip。\'Why，Hester，wherehaveyoubeen？\'heasked，astheydrewnear。Hesterreddenedalittle，andthenreplied，inherslow，quietway——\'I\'vebeensittingwithBetsyDarley——herthatisbed—ridden。Itwerelonesomeforherwhentheotherswereawayattheburying。\'Andshemadeasthoughshewouldhavepassed;butSylvia，allhersympathiesalivefortherelationsofthemurderedman，wantedtoaskmorequestions，andputherhandonHester\'sarmtodetainheramoment。Hestersuddenlydrewbackalittle，reddenedstillmore，andthenrepliedfullyandquietlytoallSylviaasked。Intheagriculturalcounties，andamongtheclasstowhichthesefourpersonsbelonged，thereislittleanalysisofmotiveorcomparisonofcharactersandactions，evenatthispresentdayofenlightenment。Sixtyorseventyyearsagotherewasstillless。IdonotmeanthatamongstthoughtfulandseriouspeopletherewasnotmuchreadingofsuchbooksasMasononSelf—Knowledge，andLaw\'sSeriousCall，orthattherewerenottheexperiencesoftheWesleyans，thatwererelatedatclass—meetingfortheedificationofthehearers。But，takenasageneralride，itmaybesaidthatfewknewwhatmannerofmentheywere，comparedtothenumbersnowwhoarefullyconsciousoftheirvirtues，qualities，failings，andweaknesses，andwhogoaboutcomparingotherswiththemselvesnotinaspiritofPharisaismandarrogance，butwithavividself—consciousnessthatmorethananythingelsedeprivescharactersoffreshnessandoriginality。Toreturntothepartyweleftstandingonthehigh—raisedfootwaythatranalongsideofthebridle—roadtoHaytersbank。Sylviahadleisureinherhearttothink\'howgoodHesterisforsittingwiththepoorbed—riddensisterofDarley！\'withouthavingapangofself—depreciationinthecomparisonofherownconductwiththatshewascapableofsofullyappreciating。
Shehadgonetochurchfortheendsofvanity，andremainedtothefuneralforcuriosityandthepleasureoftheexcitement。Inthiswayamodernyoungladywouldhavecondemnedherself，andthereforelostthesimple，purifyingpleasureofadmirationofanother。Hesterpassedonwards，goingdownthehilltowardsthetown。Theotherthreewalkedslowlyon。Allweresilentforafewmoments，thenSylviasaid——\'Howgoodsheis！\'AndPhiliprepliedwithreadywarmth，——\'Yes，sheis;nooneknowshowgoodbutus，wholiveinthesamehousewi\'her。\'\'HermotherisanoldQuakeress，bean\'tshe？\'Mollyinquired。\'AliceRoseisaFriend，ifthatiswhatyoumean，\'saidPhilip。\'Well，well！somefolk\'ssoparticular。IsWilliamCoulsonaQuaker，bywhichameanaFriend？\'\'Yes;they\'reallon\'emright—downgoodfolk。\'\'Dearyme！Whatawonderyo\'canspeaktosuchsinnersasSylviaandme，afterkeepin\'companywithsomuchgoodness，\'saidMolly，whohadnotyetforgivenPhilipfordoubtingKinraid\'spowerofkillingmen。\'Isna\'it，Sylvia？\'ButSylviawastoohighlystrungforbanter。Ifshehadnotbeenoneofthosewhowenttomock，butremainedtopray，shehadgonetochurchwiththethoughtofthecloak—that—was—to—beuppermostinhermind，andshehadcomedownthelongchurchstairwithlifeanddeathsuddenlybecomerealtohermind，theenduringseaandhillsformingacontrastingbackgroundtothevanishingawayofman。Shewasfullofasolemnwonderastotheabiding—placeofthesoulsofthedead，andachildlikedreadlestthenumberoftheelectshouldbeaccomplishedbeforeshewasincludedtherein。
Howpeoplecouldeverbemerryagainaftertheyhadbeenatafuneral，shecouldnotimagine;sosheansweredgravely，andslightlybesidethequestion:\'IwonderifIwasaFriendifIshouldbegood？\'\'Gi\'meyourredcloak，that\'sall，whenyo\'turnQuaker;they\'llnonelettheewearscarlet，soit\'llbeofnouset\'thee。\'\'Ithinkthou\'rtgoodenoughasthouart，\'saidPhilip，tenderly——atleastastenderlyashedurst，forheknewbyexperiencethatitdidnotdotoalarmhergirlishcoyness。EitheronespeechortheothermadeSylviasilent;
neitherwasaccordanttohermoodofmind，soperhapsbothcontributedtoherquietness。\'FolksayWilliamCoulsonlookssweetonHesterRose，\'saidMolly，alwaysupinMonkshavengossip。Itwasintheformofanassertion，butwassaidinthetoneofaquestion，andassuchPhiliprepliedtoit。\'Yes，Ithinkhelikesheragooddeal;buthe\'ssoquiet，Ineverfeelsure。JohnandJeremiahwouldlikethematch，I\'veanotion。\'AndnowtheycametothestilewhichhadfilledPhilip\'seyeforsomeminutespast，thoughneitheroftheothershadperceivedtheyweresonearit;
thestilewhichledtoMossBrowfromtheroadintothefieldsthatslopeddowntoHaystersbank。HeretheywouldleaveMolly，andnowwouldbeginthedelicioustete—a—tetewalk，whichPhilipalwaystriedtomakeaslingeringaspossible。To—dayhewasanxioustoshowhissympathywithSylvia，asfarashecouldreadwhatwaspassinginhermind;buthowwashetoguessthemultitudeoftangledthoughtsinthatunseenreceptacle？
Aresolutiontobegood，ifshecould，andalwaystobethinkingondeath，sothatwhatseemedtohernowassimplyimpossible，mightcometrue——thatshemight\'dreadthegraveaslittleasherbed;\'awishthatPhilipwerenotcominghomewithher;awonderifthespecksioneerreallyhadkilledaman，anideawhichmadehershudder;yetfromtheawfulfascinationaboutit，herimaginationwascompelledtodwellonthetall，gauntfigure，andtrytorecallthewancountenance;ahatredanddesireofrevengeonthepress—gang，sovehementthatitsadlymilitatedagainstherintentionoftryingtobegood;allthesenotions，andwonders，andfancies，werewhirlingaboutinSylvia\'sbrain，andatoneoftheirpromptingsshespoke，——\'Howmanymilesawayist\'Greenlandseas？——Imean，howlongdotheytaketoreach？\'\'Idon\'tknow;tendaysorafortnight，ormore，maybe。I\'llask。\'\'Oh！feyther\'lltellmeallaboutit。He\'sbeentheremanyatune。\'\'Isay，Sylvie！MyauntsaidIweretogiveyoulessonsthiswinteri\'
writingandciphering。Icanbegintocomeupnow，twoevenings，maybe，aweek。T\'shopclosesearlyafterNovembercomesin。\'Sylviadidnotlikelearning，anddidnotwanthimforherteacher;sosheansweredinadrylittletone，——\'It\'lluseadealo\'candle—light;mother\'llnotlikethat。Ican\'tseetospellwi\'outacandlecloseatmyelbow。\'\'Nivermindaboutcandles。Icanbringupacandlewi\'me，forIshouldbeburningoneatAliceRose\'s。\'Sothatexcusewouldnotdo。Sylviabeatherbrainsforanother。\'Writingcrampsmyhandso，Ican\'tdoanysewingforadayafter;andfeytherwantshisshirtsverybad。\'\'But，Sylvia，I\'llteachyougeography，andeversuchavasto\'finethingsaboutt\'countries，ont\'map。\'\'Ist\'Arcticseasdownont\'map？\'sheasked，inatoneofgreaterinterest。\'Yes！Arctics，andtropics，andequator，andequinoctialline;we\'lltake\'emturnandturnabout;we\'lldowritingandcipheringonenight，andgeographyt\'other。\'Philipspokewithpleasureattheprospect，butSylviarelaxedintoindifference。\'I\'mnoscholard;it\'slikethrowingawaylabourtoteachme，I\'msuchadunceatmybook。Nowthere\'sBetsyCorney，thirdgirl，herasisyoungerthanMolly，she\'dbeacredittoyou。Thereniverwassuchalassforpotteringowerbooks。\'IfPhiliphadhadhiswitsabouthim，hewouldhavepre—tendedtolistentothispropositionofachangeofpupils，andthenpossiblySylviamighthaverepentedmakingit。Buthewastoomuchmortifiedtobediplomatic。\'Myauntaskedmetoteachyouabit，notanyneighbour\'slass。\'\'Well！ifImunbetaught，Imun;butI\'draytherbewhippedandha\'donewithit，\'wasSylvia\'sungraciousreply。Amomentafterwards，sherepentedofherlittlespiritofunkindness，andthoughtthatsheshouldnotliketodiethatnightwithoutmakingfriends。
Suddendeathwasverypresentinherthoughtssincethefuneral。Sosheinstinctivelychosethebestmethodofmakingfriendsagain，andslippedherhandintohis，ashewalkedalittlesullenlyatherside。Shewashalfafraid，however，whenshefounditfirmlyheld，andthatshecouldnotdrawitawayagainwithoutmakingwhatshecalledinherownminda\'fuss。\'So，handinhand，theyslowlyandsilentlycameuptothedoorofHaytersbankFarm;notunseenbyBellRobson，whosateinthewindow—seat，withherBibleopenuponherknee。Shehadreadherchapteraloudtoherself，andnowshecouldseenolonger，evenifshehadwishedtoreadmore;butshegazedoutintothedarkeningair，andadimlookofcontentmentcamelikemoonshineoverherfacewhenshesawthecousinsapproach。\'That\'smyprayerdayandnight，\'saidshetoherself。Buttherewasnounusualaspectofgladnessonherface，asshelightedthecandletogivethemamorecheerfulwelcome。\'Wheere\'sfeyther？\'saidSylvia，lookingroundtheroomforDaniel。\'He\'sbeentoKirkMoorsideChurch，fort\'seeabito\'th\'world，asheca\'sit。Andsin\'thenhe\'sgoneouttoth\'cattle;forKester\'sta\'enhisturnofplayinghissel\'，nowthatfather\'sbetter。\'\'I\'vebeentalkingtoSylvia，\'saidPhilip，hisheadstillfullofhispleasantplan，hishandstilltinglingfromthetouchofhers，\'aboutturningschoolmaster，andcomingupheretwonightsaweekfort\'teachherabito\'writingandciphering。\'\'Andgeography，\'putinSylvia;\'for，\'thoughtshe，\'ifI\'mtolearnthemthingsIdon\'tcareapinabout，anyhowI\'lllearnwhatIdocaretoknow，ifit\'lltellmeaboutt\'Greenlandseas，andhowfarthey\'reoff。\'Thatsameevening，atrioalikeinmanyoutwardcircumstancessateinasmallneatroominahouseopeningoutofaconfinedcourtonthehillysideoftheHighStreetofMonkshaven——amother，heronlychild，andtheyoungmanwhosilentlylovedthatdaughter，andwasfavouredbyAliceRose，thoughnotbyHester。Whenthelatterreturnedfromherafternoon\'sabsence，shestoodforaminuteortwoonthelittleflightofsteepsteps，whitenedtoasnowywhiteness;theaspectofthewholehousepartookofthesamecharacterofirreproachablecleanliness。Itwaswedgedupintoaspacewhichnecessitatedallsortsofoddprojectionsandirregularitiesinordertoobtainsufficientlightfortheinterior;andifeverthebeingsituatedinadusky，confinedcornermighthavebeenmadeanexcusefordirt，AliceRose\'shousehadthatapology。Yetthesmalldiamondpanesofglassinthecasementwindowwerekeptsobrightandclearthatagreatsweet—scented—leavedgeraniumgrewandflourished，thoughitdidnotflowerprofusely。TheleavesseemedtofilltheairwithfragranceassoonasHestersummonedupenergyenoughtoopenthedoor。PerhapsthatwasbecausetheyoungQuaker，WilliamCoulson，wascrushingonebetweenhisfingerandthumb，whilewaitingtosetdownAlice\'snextwords。Fortheoldwoman，wholookedasifmanyyearsofliferemainedinheryet，wassolemnlydictatingherlastwillandtestament。Ithadbeenonhermindformanymonths;forshehadsomethingtoleavebeyondthemerefurnitureofthehouse。Something——afewpounds——inthehandsofJohnandJeremiahFoster，hercousins:anditwastheywhohadsuggestedthedutyonwhichshewasengaged。ShehadaskedWilliamCoulsontowritedownherwishes，andhehadconsented，thoughwithsomefearandtrepidation;forhehadanideathathewasinfringingonalawyer\'sprerogative，andthat，foraughtheknew，hemightbeprosecutedformakingawillwithoutalicence，justasamanmightbepunishedforsellingwineandspiritswithoutgoingthroughthepreliminarylegalformsthatgivepermissionforsuchasale。ButtohissuggestionthatAliceshouldemployalawyer，shehadreplied——\'Thatwouldcostmefivepoundssterling;andtheecanstdoitaswell，ifthee\'llbutattendtomywords。\'Sohehadbought，atherdesire，ablack—edgedsheetoffine—wovepaper，andacoupleofgoodpens，onthepreviousSaturday;andwhilewaitingforhertobeginherdictation，andfullseriousthoughthimself，hehadalmostunconsciouslymadethegrandflourishatthetopofthepaperwhichhehadlearntatschool，andwhichwastherecalledaspread—eagle。\'Whatarttheedoingthere？\'askedAlice，suddenlyalivetohisproceedings。Withoutawordheshowedherhishandiwork。\'It\'savanity，\'saidshe，\'and\'tmaymaket\'willnotstand。FolkmaythinkIwerenainmyrightmind，iftheyseesuchfly—legsandcob—websa—top。Write，\"Thisismydoing，WilliamCoulson，andnoneofAliceRose\'s，shebeinginhersoundmind。\"\'\'Idon\'tthinkit\'sneeded，\'saidWilliam。Neverthelesshewrotedownthewords。\'HasttheeputthatI\'minmysoundmindandsevensenses？ThenmakethesignoftheTrinity，andwrite，\"InthenameoftheFather，theSon，andtheHolyGhost。\"\'\'Isthattherightwayo\'beginningawill？\'saidCoulson，alittlestartled。\'Myfather，andmyfather\'sfather，andmyhusbandhadita—topoftheirs，andI\'mnoanegoingfortoceasefra\'followingafterthem，fortheyweregodlymen，thoughmyhusbandwereo\'t\'episcopalpersuasion。\'\'It\'sdone，\'saidWilliam。\'Hasttheedatedit？\'askedAlice。\'Nay。\'\'Thendateitthirdday，ninthmonth。Now，artready？\'Coulsonnodded。\'I，AliceRose，doleavemyfurniture（thatis，mybedandchesto\'drawers，forthybedandthingsisthine，andnotmine），andsettle，andsaucepans，anddresser，andtable，andkettle，andalltherestofmyfurniture，tomylawfulandonlydaughter，HesterRose。Ithinkthat\'ssafeforhertohaveall，is\'tnot，William？\'\'Ithinkso，too，\'saidhe，writingonallthetime。\'Andtheeshalthavet\'rollerandpaste—board，becausethee\'ssofondo\'puddingsandcakes。It\'llservethywifeafterI\'mgone，andItrustshe\'llboilherpastelongenough，forthat\'sbeent\'secreto\'mine，andthee\'llnoanebesoeasyt\'please。\'\'Idin\'treckononmarriage，\'saidWilliam。\'Thee\'llmarry，\'saidAlice。\'Theelikestohavethyvictualshotandcomfortable;
andthere\'snoanemanybutawifeas\'lllookafterthatfort\'pleasethee。\'\'Iknowwhocouldpleaseme，\'sighedforthWilliam，\'butIcan\'tpleaseher。\'Alicelookedsharplyathimfromoverherspectacles，whichshehadputonthebettertothinkaboutthedisposalofherproperty。\'TheeartthinkingonourHester，\'saidshe，plainlyout。Hestartedalittle，butlookedupatherandmethereyes。\'Hestercaresnoaneforme，\'saidhe，dejectedly。\'Bideawhile，mylad，\'saidAlice，kindly。\'Youngwomendon\'talwaysknowtheirownminds。Theeandherwouldmakeamarriageaftermyownheart;
andtheLordhasbeenverygoodtomehitherto，andIthinkHe\'llbringitt\'pass。Butdon\'ttheeletonastheecaresforhersomuch。Isometimesthinkshewearieso\'thylooksandthyways。Showupthymanlyheart，andmakeasthoughtheehadmuchelsetothinkon，andnoleisurefortodawdleafterher，andshe\'llthinkadealmoreonthee。Andnowmendthypenforafreshstart。Igiveandbequeath——didtheeput\"giveandbequeath，\"atth\'beginning？\'\'Nay，\'saidWilliam，lookingback。\'Theedidstnottellme\"giveandbequeath！\"\'\'Thenitwon\'tbelegal，andmybito\'furniture\'llbetakentoLondon，andputintochancery，andHesterwillhavenoaneonit。\'\'Icanwriteitover，\'saidWilliam。\'Well，writeitclearthen，andputalineunderittoshowthosearemyspecialwords。Hasttheedoneit？Thennowstartafresh。Igiveandbequeathmybooko\'sermons，asisboundingoodcalfskin，andliesonthethirdshelfo\'cornercupboardattherighthando\'t\'fire—place，toPhilipHepburn;forIreckonhe\'sasfondo\'readingsermonsastheearto\'light，well—boiledpaste，andI\'dbegladforeachonyetohavesomewhatyelikefortoremembermeby。Isthatdown？There;nowformycousinsJohnandJeremiah。Theyarerichi\'world\'sgear，butthey\'llprizewhatIleave\'emifIcouldonlyonbethinkmewhattheywouldlike。Hearken！Isna\'
thatourHester\'sstep？Putitaway，quick！I\'mnoaneforgrievingherwi\'tellingherwhatI\'vebeenabout。We\'lltakeaturnatt\'willnextFirstDay;itwillserveusforseveralSabbathstocome，andmaybeIcanthinkonsomethingaswillsuitcousinJohnandcousinJeremiahaforethen。\'Hester，aswasmentioned，pausedaminuteortwobeforeliftingthelatchofthedoor。Whensheenteredtherewasnounusualsignofwritingabout;
onlyWillCoulsonlookingveryred，andcrushingandsmellingatthegeraniumleaf。Hestercameinbriskly，withthelittlestockofenforcedcheerfulnessshehadstoppedatthedoortoacquire。Butitfadedawayalongwiththefaintflushofcolourinhercheeks;andthemother\'squickeyeimmediatelynotedthewanheavylookofcare。\'Ihavekeptt\'potint\'oven;it\'llhavea\'mostgota\'t\'goodnessoutoft\'teabynow，forit\'llbeanhoursinceImadeit。Poorlass，thoulook\'stasifthouneededagoodcupo\'tea。Itweredreeworksittingwi\'BetsyDarley，wereit？Andhowdoesshelookonheraffliction？\'\'Shetakesitsoretoheart，\'saidHester，takingoffherhat，andfoldingandsmoothingawayhercloak，beforeputtingtheminthegreatoakchest（or\'ark，\'asitwascalled），inwhichtheywerelaidfromSundaytoSunday。Assheopenedthelidasweetscentofdriedlavenderandrose—leavescameout。Williamsteppedhastilyforwardstoholduptheheavylidforher。
Sheliftedupherhead，lookedathimfullwithhersereneeyes，andthankedhimforhislittleservice。Thenshetookacreepie—stoolandsatedownonthesideofthefireplace，havingherbacktothewindow。Thehearthwasofthesamespotlesswhitenessasthesteps;allthatwasblackaboutthegratewaspolishedtotheutmostextent;allthatwasofbrass，likethehandleoftheoven，wasburnishedbright。Hermotherplacedthelittleblackearthenwareteapot，inwhichtheteahadbeenstewing，onthetable，wherecupsandsaucerswerealreadysetforfour，andalargeplateofbreadandbuttercut。Thentheysateroundthetable，bowedtheirheads，andkeptsilenceforaminuteortwo。Whenthisgracewasended，andtheywereabouttobegin，Alicesaid，asifwithoutpremeditation，butinrealitywithakeenshrinkingofheartoutofsympathywithherchild——\'Philipwouldhavebeenintohisteabynow，Ireckon，ifhe\'dbeencoming。\'WilliamlookedupsuddenlyatHester;hermothercarefullyturnedherheadanotherway。Butsheansweredquitequietly——\'He\'llbegonetohisaunt\'satHaytersbank。Imethimatt\'topo\'t\'
Brow，withhiscousinandMollyCorney。\'\'He\'sadealthere，\'saidWilliam。\'Yes，\'saidHester。\'It\'slikely;himandhisauntcomefromCarlisle—way，andmustneedsclingtogetherinthesestrangeparts。\'\'IsawhimattheburyingofyonDarley，\'saidWilliam。\'Itwereavasto\'peoplewentpastth\'entryend，\'saidAlice。\'Itwerea\'mostlikeelectiontime，Iwerejustcomebackfra\'meetingwhentheywereallgoingupth\'churchsteps。Imetyonsailoras，theysay，usedviolenceanddidmurder;helookedlikeaghost，thoughwhetheritwerehisbodilywounds，orthesenseofhissinsstirringwithinhim，it\'snotformetosay。Andbyt\'timeIwasbackhereandsettledtomyBible，t\'folkwerereturning，anditweretramp，tramp，pastth\'entryendforbetternoraquarterofanhour。\'\'TheysayKinraidhasgettenslugsandgun—shotinhisside，\'saidHester。\'He\'sniveroneCharleyKinraid，forsure，asIknowedatNewcastle，\'saidWilliamCoulson，rousedtosuddenandenergeticcuriosity。\'Idon\'tknow，\'repliedHester;\'theycallhimjustKinraid;andBetsyDarleysayshe\'st\'mostdaringspecksioneerofallthatgooffthiscoasttot\'Greenlandseas。Buthe\'sbeeninNewcastle，forImindmeshesaidherpoorbrothermetwithhimthere。\'\'Howdidsttheecometoknowhim？\'inquiredAlice。\'IcannotabidehimifitisCharley，\'saidWilliam。\'Hekeptcompanywithmypoorsisterasisdeadforbetternortwoyear，andthenheleftoffcomingtoseeherandwentwi\'anothergirl，anditjustbrokeherheart。\'\'Hedon\'tlooknowasifheivercouldplayatthatgameagain，\'saidAlice;
\'hehashadawarningfra\'theLord。Whetheritbeacallnoonecantell。
Buttomyeynehelooksasifhehadbeencalled，andwasgoing。\'\'Thenhe\'llmeetmysister，\'saidWilliam，solemnly;\'andIhopetheLordwillmakeitcleartohim，then，howhekilledher，assureasheshotdownyonsailors;an\'ifthere\'sagnashingo\'teethformurderi\'thatotherplace，Ireckonhe\'llhavehisshareon\'t。He\'sabadmanyon。\'\'Betsysaidheweresuchafriendtoherbrotherasniverwas;andhe\'ssentherwordandpromisedtogoandseeher，firstplacehegoesoutto。ButWilliamonlyshookhishead，andrepeatedhislastwords，——\'He\'sabadman，heis。\'WhenPhilipcamehomethatSundaynight，hefoundonlyAliceuptoreceivehim。Theusualbedtimeinthehouseholdwasnineo\'clock，anditwasbuttenminutespastthehour;butAlicelookeddispleasedandstern。\'Theeartlate，lad，\'saidshe，shortly。\'I\'msorry;it\'salongwayfrommyuncle\'s，andIthinkclocksaredifferent，\'
saidhe，takingouthiswatchtocompareitwiththeroundmoon\'sfacethattoldthetimetoAlice。\'Iknownoughtaboutthyuncle\'s，buttheeartlate。Takethycandle，andbegone。\'IfAlicemadeanyreplytoPhilip\'s\'good—night，\'hedidnothearit。
chapter08CHAPTERVIIIATTRACTIONANDREPULSIONAfortnighthadpassedoverandwinterwasadvancingwithrapidstrides。
InbleaknorthernfarmsteadstherewasmuchtobedonebeforeNovemberweathershouldmaketheroadstooheavyforhalf—fedhorsestopullcartsthrough。Therewastheturf，pareduponthedistantmoors，andleftouttodry，tobecarriedhomeandstacked;thebrownfernwastobestoredupforwinterbeddingforthecattle;forstrawwasscarceanddearinthoseparts;evenforthatching，heather（orratherling）wasused。Thentherewasmeattosaltwhileitcouldbehad;for，indefaultofturnipsandmangoldwurzel，therewasagreatslaughteringofbarrencowsassoonasthesummerherbagefailed;andgoodhousewivesstoreduptheirChristmaspieceofbeefinpicklebeforeMartinmaswasover。Cornwastobegroundwhileyetitcouldbecarriedtothedistantmill;thegreatracksforoat—cake，thatswungatthetopofthekitchen，hadtobefilled。Andlastofallcamethepig—killing，whenthesecondfrostsetin。Forupinthenorththereisanideathattheicestoredinthefirstfrostwillmelt，andthemeatcuredthentaint;thefirstfrostisgoodfornothingbuttobethrownaway，astheyexpressit。Therecameabreathing—timeafterthislastevent。Thehousehadhaditslastautumncleaning，andwasneatandbrightfromtoptobottom，fromoneendtoanother。Theturfwasled;thecoalcartedupfromMonkshaven;
thewoodstored;thecornground;thepigkilled，andthehamsandheadandhandslyinginsalt。ThebutcherhadbeengladtotakethebestpartsofapigofDameRobson\'scarefulfeeding;buttherewasunusualplentyintheHaytersbankpantry;andasBellsurveyeditonemorning，shesaidtoherhusband——\'IwonderifyonpoorsickchapatMossBrowwouldfancysomeo\'mysausages。
They\'resomethingtocrackon，fortheyaremadefra\'anoldCumberlandreceipt，asisnotknowni\'Yorkshireyet。\'\'Thou\'sallayssosetupo\'Cumberlandways！\'saidherhusband，notdispleasedwiththesuggestion，however。\'Still，whenfolk\'ssicktheyhantheirfancies，andmaybeKinraid\'llbeglado\'thysausages。Iha\'knownsickfolktak\'
t\'eatingsnails。\'Thiswasnotcomplimentary，perhaps。ButDanielwentontosaythathedidnotmindifhesteppedoverwiththesausageshimself，whenitwastoolatetodoanythingelse。Sylvialongedtooffertoaccompanyherfather;
but，somehow，shedidnotliketoproposeit。Towardsduskshecametohermothertoaskforthekeyofthegreatbureauthatstoodinthehouse—placeasastatepieceoffurniture，althoughitsusewastocontainthefamily\'sbestwearingapparel，andstoresoflinen，suchasmightbesupposedtobemoreneededupstairs。\'Whatfordoyo\'wantmykeys？\'askedBell。\'Onlyjusttogetoutoneoft\'damasknapkins。\'\'Thebestnapkins，asmymotherspan？\'\'Yes！\'saidSylvia，hercolourheightening。\'Ithoughtashowitwouldsetofft\'sausages。\'\'Agoodcleanhomespunclothwillservethembetter，\'saidBell，wonderinginherownmindwhatwascomeoverthegirl，tobethinkingofsettingoffsausagesthatweretobeeaten，nottobelookedatlikeapicture—book。
Shemighthavewonderedstillmore，ifshehadseenSylviastealroundtothelittleflowerbordershehadpersuadedKestertomakeunderthewallatthesunnysideofthehouse，andgatherthetwoorthreeMichaelmasdaisies，andtheonebudoftheChinarose，that，growingagainstthekitchenchimney，hadescapedthefrost;andthen，whenhermotherwasnotlooking，softlyopentheclothinsideofthe。littlebasketthatcontainedthesausagesandafresheggortwo，andlayherautumnblossomsinoneofthefoldsofthetowel。AfterDaniel，nowprettyclearofhisrheumatism，hadhadhisafternoonmeal（teawasaSundaytreat），hepreparedtosetoutonhiswalktoMossBrow;butashewastakinghisstickhecaughtthelookonSylvia\'sface;
andunconsciouslyinterpreteditsdumbwistfulness。\'Missus，\'saidhe，\'t\'wenchhasnoughtmoret\'do，hasshe？Shemayaswellputonhercloakandstepdownwi\'me，andseeMollyabit;she\'llbecompanylike。\'Bellconsidered。\'There\'st\'yarnforthystockingsasisyettospin;butshecango，forI\'lldoabitat\'tmysel\'，andthere\'snoughtelseagate。\'\'Putonthythingsinajiffy，then，andlet\'sbeoff，\'saidDaniel。AndSylviadidnotneedanotherword。Downshecameinatwinkling，dressedinhernewredcloakandhood，herfacepeepingoutofthefoldsofthelatter，brightandblushing。\'Thoushould\'stna\'ha\'putonthynewcloakforanightwalktoMossBrow，\'