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  ’Ono。I’mastiredasadog。I’vehadagoodfeed,andIshallturninstraightoff。Iwanttogetoutatsixo’clockto-morrowifIcan……Ishan’tdisturbyoubymygettingup;itwillbelongbeforeyouareawake。’Andhecameforwardintotheroom。

  Whilehereyesfollowedhismovements,Ellasoftlypushedthephotographfurtheroutofsight。

  ’Sureyou’renotill?’heasked,bendingoverher。

  ’No,onlywicked!’

  ’Nevermindthat。’Andhestoopedandkissedher。

  NextmorningMarchmillwascalledatsixo’clock;andinwakingandyawningsheheardhimmutteringtohimself:’Whatthedeuceisthisthat’sbeencracklingundermeso?’Imaginingherasleephesearchedroundhimandwithdrewsomething。Throughherhalf-openedeyessheperceivedittobeMr。Trewe。

  ’Well,I’mdamned!’herhusbandexclaimed。

  ’What,dear?’saidshe。

  ’O,youareawake?Ha!ha!’

  ’WhatDOyoumean?’

  ’Somebloke’sphotograph——afriendofourlandlady’s,Isuppose。I

  wonderhowitcamehere;whiskedoffthetablebyaccidentperhapswhentheyweremakingthebed。’

  ’Iwaslookingatityesterday,anditmusthavedroppedinthen。’

  ’O,he’safriendofyours?Blesshispicturesqueheart!’

  Ella’sloyaltytotheobjectofheradmirationcouldnotenduretohearhimridiculed。’He’sacleverman!’shesaid,withatremorinhergentlevoicewhichsheherselffelttobeabsurdlyuncalledfor。

  ’Heisarisingpoet——thegentlemanwhooccupiedtwooftheseroomsbeforewecame,thoughI’veneverseenhim。’

  ’Howdoyouknow,ifyou’veneverseenhim?’

  ’Mrs。Hoopertoldmewhensheshowedmethephotograph。’

  ’O;well,Imustupandbeoff。Ishallbehomeratherearly。

  SorryIcan’ttakeyouto-day,dear。Mindthechildrendon’tgogettingdrowned。’

  ThatdayMrs。MarchmillinquiredifMr。Trewewerelikelytocallatanyothertime。

  ’Yes,’saidMrs。Hooper。’He’scomingthisdayweektostaywithafriendnearheretillyouleave。He’llbesuretocall。’

  Marchmilldidreturnquiteearlyintheafternoon;and,openingsomeletterswhichhadarrivedinhisabsence,declaredsuddenlythatheandhisfamilywouldhavetoleaveaweekearlierthantheyhadexpectedtodo——inshort,inthreedays。

  ’Surelywecanstayaweeklonger?’shepleaded。’Ilikeithere。’

  ’Idon’t。Itisgettingratherslow。’

  ’Thenyoumightleavemeandthechildren!’

  ’Howperverseyouare,Ell!What’stheuse?Andhavetocometofetchyou!No:we’llallreturntogether;andwe’llmakeoutourtimeinNorthWalesorBrightonalittlelateron。Besides,you’vethreedayslongeryet。’

  Itseemedtobeherdoomnottomeetthemanforwhoserivaltalentshehadadespairingadmiration,andtowhosepersonshewasnowabsolutelyattached。Yetshedeterminedtomakealasteffort;andhavinggatheredfromherlandladythatTrewewaslivinginalonelyspotnotfarfromthefashionabletownontheIslandopposite,shecrossedoverinthepacketfromtheneighbouringpierthefollowingafternoon。

  Whatauselessjourneyitwas!Ellaknewbutvaguelywherethehousestood,andwhenshefanciedshehadfoundit,andventuredtoinquireofapedestrianifhelivedthere,theanswerreturnedbythemanwasthathedidnotknow。Andifhedidlivethere,howcouldshecalluponhim?Somewomenmighthavetheassurancetodoit,butshehadnot。Howcrazyhewouldthinkher。Shemighthaveaskedhimtocalluponher,perhaps;butshehadnotthecourageforthat,either。Shelingeredmournfullyaboutthepicturesqueseasideeminencetillitwastimetoreturntothetownandenterthesteamerforrecrossing,reachinghomefordinnerwithouthavingbeengreatlymissed。

  Atthelastmoment,unexpectedlyenough,herhusbandsaidthatheshouldhavenoobjectiontolettingherandthechildrenstayontilltheendoftheweek,sinceshewishedtodoso,ifshefeltherselfabletogethomewithouthim。Sheconcealedthepleasurethisextensionoftimegaveher;andMarchmillwentoffthenextmorningalone。

  Buttheweekpassed,andTrewedidnotcall。

  OnSaturdaymorningtheremainingmembersoftheMarchmillfamilydepartedfromtheplacewhichhadbeenproductiveofsomuchfervourinher。Thedreary,drearytrain;thesunshininginmotedbeamsuponthehotcushions;thedustypermanentway;themeanrowsofwire——thesethingswereheraccompaniment:whileoutofthewindowthedeepbluesea-levelsdisappearedfromhergaze,andwiththemherpoet’shome。Heavy-hearted,shetriedtoread,andweptinstead。

  Mr。Marchmillwasinathrivingwayofbusiness,andheandhisfamilylivedinalargenewhouse,whichstoodinratherextensivegroundsafewmilesoutsidethecitywhereinhecarriedonhistrade。Ella’slifewaslonelyhere,asthesuburbanlifeisapttobe,particularlyatcertainseasons;andshehadampletimetoindulgehertasteforlyricandelegiaccomposition。ShehadhardlygotbackwhensheencounteredapiecebyRobertTreweinthenewnumberofherfavouritemagazine,whichmusthavebeenwrittenalmostimmediatelybeforehervisittoSolentsea,foritcontainedtheverycoupletshehadseenpencilledonthewallpaperbythebed,andMrs。Hooperhaddeclaredtoberecent。Ellacouldresistnolonger,butseizingapenimpulsively,wrotetohimasabrother-

  poet,usingthenameofJohnIvy,congratulatinghiminherletteronhistriumphantexecutionsinmetreandrhythmofthoughtsthatmovedhissoul,ascomparedwithherownbrow-beateneffortsinthesamepathetictrade。

  Tothisaddresstherecamearesponseinafewdays,littleasshehaddaredtohopeforit——acivilandbriefnote,inwhichtheyoungpoetstatedthat,thoughhewasnotwellacquaintedwithMr。Ivy’sverse,herecalledthenameasbeingonehehadseenattachedtosomeverypromisingpieces;thathewasgladtogainMr。Ivy’sacquaintancebyletter,andshouldcertainlylookwithmuchinterestforhisproductionsinthefuture。

  Theremusthavebeensomethingjuvenileortimidinherownepistle,asoneostensiblycomingfromaman,shedeclaredtoherself;forTrewequiteadoptedthetoneofanelderandsuperiorinthisreply。

  Butwhatdiditmatter?hehadreplied;hehadwrittentoherwithhisownhandfromthatveryroomsheknewsowell,forhewasnowbackagaininhisquarters。

  Thecorrespondencethusbegunwascontinuedfortwomonthsormore,EllaMarchmillsendinghimfromtimetotimesomethatsheconsideredtobethebestofherpieces,whichheverykindlyaccepted,thoughhedidnotsayhesedulouslyreadthem,nordidhesendheranyofhisowninreturn。EllawouldhavebeenmorehurtatthisthanshewasifshehadnotknownthatTrewelabouredundertheimpressionthatshewasoneofhisownsex。

  Yetthesituationwasunsatisfactory。Aflatteringlittlevoicetoldherthat,wereheonlytoseeher,matterswouldbeotherwise。

  Nodoubtshewouldhavehelpedonthisbymakingafrankconfessionofwomanhood,tobeginwith,ifsomethinghadnothappened,toherdelight,torenderitunnecessary。Afriendofherhusband’s,theeditorofthemostimportantnewspaperinthecityandcounty,whowasdiningwiththemoneday,observedduringtheirconversationaboutthepoetthathistheeditor’sbrotherthelandscape-painterwasafriendofMr。Trewe’s,andthatthetwomenwereatthatverymomentinWalestogether。

  Ellawasslightlyacquaintedwiththeeditor’sbrother。Thenextmorningdownshesatandwrote,invitinghimtostayatherhouseforashorttimeonhiswayback,andrequestinghimtobringwithhim,ifpracticable,hiscompanionMr。Trewe,whoseacquaintanceshewasanxioustomake。Theanswerarrivedaftersomefewdays。HercorrespondentandhisfriendTrewewouldhavemuchsatisfactioninacceptingherinvitationontheirwaysouthward,whichwouldbeonsuchandsuchadayinthefollowingweek。

  Ellawasblitheandbuoyant。Herschemehadsucceeded;herbelovedthoughasyetunseenonewascoming。“Behold,hestandethbehindourwall;helookedforthatthewindows,showinghimselfthroughthelattice,“shethoughtecstatically。“And,lo,thewinterispast,therainisoverandgone,theflowersappearontheearth,thetimeofthesingingofbirdsiscome,andthevoiceoftheturtleisheardinourland。“

  Butitwasnecessarytoconsiderthedetailsoflodgingandfeedinghim。Thisshedidmostsolicitously,andawaitedthepregnantdayandhour。

  Itwasaboutfiveintheafternoonwhensheheardaringatthedoorandtheeditor’sbrother’svoiceinthehall。Poetessasshewas,orasshethoughtherself,shehadnotbeentoosublimethatdaytodresswithinfinitetroubleinafashionablerobeofrichmaterial,havingafaintresemblancetothechitonoftheGreeks,astylejusttheninvogueamongladiesofanartisticandromanticturn,whichhadbeenobtainedbyEllaofherBondStreetdressmakerwhenshewaslastinLondon。Hervisitorenteredthedrawing-room。Shelookedtowardshisrear;nobodyelsecamethroughthedoor。Where,inthenameoftheGodofLove,wasRobertTrewe?

  ’O,I’msorry,’saidthepainter,aftertheirintroductorywordshadbeenspoken。’Treweisacuriousfellow,youknow,Mrs。Marchmill。

  Hesaidhe’dcome;thenhesaidhecouldn’t。He’sratherdusty。

  We’vebeendoingafewmileswithknapsacks,youknow;andhewantedtogetonhome。’

  ’He——he’snotcoming?’

  ’He’snot;andheaskedmetomakehisapologies。’

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