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  TheheartofBarnetwassufficientlyimpressionabletobeinfluencedbyDowne’spartingprophecythathemightnotbesounwelcomehomeasheimagined:thedrearynightmight,atleastonthisoneoccasion,makeDowne’sforecasttrue。Henceitwasinasuspensethathecouldhardlyhavebelievedpossiblethathehaltedathisdoor。Onenteringhiswifewasnowheretobeseen,andheinquiredforher。Theservantinformedhimthathermistresshadthedressmakerwithher,andwouldbeengagedforsometime。

  ’Dressmakeratthistimeofday!’

  ’Shedinedearly,sir,andhopesyouwillexcuseherjoiningyouthisevening。’

  ’ButsheknewIwascomingto-night?’

  ’Oyes,sir。’

  ’GoupandtellherIamcome。’

  Theservantdidso;butthemistressofthehousemerelytransmittedherformerwords。

  Barnetsaidnothingmore,andpresentlysatdowntohislonelymeal,whichwaseatenabstractedly,thedomesticscenehehadlatelywitnessedstillimpressinghimbyitscontrastwiththesituationhere。Hismindfellbackintopastyearsuponacertainpleasingandgentlebeingwhosefacewouldloomoutoftheirshadesatsuchtimesasthese。Barnetturnedinhischair,andlookedwithunfocusedeyesinadirectionsouthwardfromwherehesat,asifhesawnottheroombutalongwaybeyond。’Iwonderifshelivestherestill!’hesaid。

  Herosewithasuddenrebelliousness,putonhishatandcoat,andwentoutofthehouse,pursuinghiswayalongtheglisteningpavementwhileeighto’clockwasstrikingfromSt。Mary’stower,andtheapprenticesandshopmenwereslamminguptheshuttersfromendtoendofthetown。Intwominutesonlythoseshopswhichcouldboastofnoattendantsavethemasterorthemistressremainedwithopeneyes。Thesewereeversomewhatlessprompttoexcludecustomersthantheothers:fortheirowners’earstheclosinghourhadscarcelythecheerfulnessthatitpossessedforthehiredservantsoftherest。Yetthenightbeingdrearythedelaywasnotforlong,andtheirwindows,too,blinkedtogetheronebyone。

  DuringthistimeBarnethadproceededwithdecidedstepinadirectionatrightanglestothebroadmainthoroughfareofthetown,byalongstreetleadingduesouthward。Here,thoughhisfamilyhadnomoretodowiththeflaxmanufacture,hisownnameoccasionallygreetedhimongatesandwarehouses,beingusedallusivelybysmallrisingtradesmenasarecommendation,insuchwordsas’Smith,fromBarnet&Co。’——’Robinson,latemanageratBarnet’s。’Thesightledhimtoreflectuponhisfather’sbusylife,andhequestionedifithadnotbeenfarhappierthanhisown。

  Thehousesalongtheroadbecamefewer,andpresentlyopengroundappearedbetweenthemoneitherside,thetrackontherighthandrisingtoahigherleveltillitmergedinaknoll。Onthesummitarowofbuilders’scaffold-polesprobedtheindistinctskylikespears,andattheirbasescouldbediscernedthelowercoursesofabuildinglatelybegun。Barnetslackenedhispaceandstoodforafewmomentswithoutleavingthecentreoftheroad,apparentlynotmuchinterestedinthesight,tillsuddenlyhiseyewascaughtbyapostintheforepartofthegroundbearingawhiteboardatthetop。Hewenttotherails,vaultedover,andwalkedinfarenoughtodiscernpaintedupontheboard’ChateauRingdale。’

  Adismalironyseemedtolieinthewords,anditseffectwastoirritatehim。Downe,then,hadspokentruly。Hestuckhisumbrellaintothesod,andseizedthepostwithbothhands,asifintendingtoloosenandthrowitdown。Then,likeonebewilderedbyanoppositionwhichwouldexistnonethelessthoughitsmanifestationswereremoved,heallowedhisarmstosinktohisside。

  ’Letitbe,’hesaidtohimself。’Ihavedeclaredthereshallbepeace——ifpossible。’

  Takinguphisumbrellahequietlylefttheenclosure,andwentonhisway,stillkeepinghisbacktothetown。Hehadadvancedwithmoredecisionsincepassingthenewbuilding,andsoonahoarsemurmurroseuponthegloom;itwasthesoundofthesea。Theroadledtotheharbour,atadistanceofamilefromthetown,fromwhichthetradeofthedistrictwasfed。Afterseeingtheobnoxiousname-boardBarnethadforgottentoopenhisumbrella,andtheraintappedsmartlyonhishat,andoccasionallystrokedhisfaceashewenton。

  Thoughthelampswerestillcontinuedattheroadside,theystoodatwiderintervalsthanbefore,andthepavementhadgivenplacetocommonroad。Everytimehecametoalampanincreasingshinemadeitselfvisibleuponhisshoulders,tillatlasttheyquiteglistenedwithwet。Themurmurfromtheshoregrewstronger,butitwasstillsomedistanceoffwhenhepausedbeforeoneofthesmallestofthedetachedhousesbythewayside,standinginitsowngarden,thelatterbeingdividedfromtheroadbyarowofwoodenpalings。

  Scrutinizingthespottoensurethathewasnotmistaken,heopenedthegateandgentlyknockedatthecottagedoor。

  Whenhehadpatientlywaitedminutesenoughtoleadanymaninordinarycasestoknockagain,thedoorwasheardtoopen,thoughitwasimpossibletoseebywhosehand,therebeingnolightinthepassage。Barnetsaidatrandom,’DoesMissSavilelivehere?’

  Ayouthfulvoiceassuredhimthatshedidlivethere,andbyasuddenafterthoughtaskedhimtocomein。Itwouldsoongetalight,itsaid:butthenightbeingwet,motherhadnotthoughtitworthwhiletotrimthepassagelamp。

  ’Don’ttroubleyourselftogetalightforme,’saidBarnethastily;

  ’itisnotnecessaryatall。WhichisMissSavile’ssitting-room?’

  Theyoungperson,whosewhitepinaforecouldjustbediscerned,signifiedadoorinthesideofthepassage,andBarnetwentforwardatthesamemoment,sothatnolightshouldfalluponhisface。Onenteringtheroomheclosedthedoorbehindhim,pausingtillheheardtheretreatingfootstepsofthechild。

  Hefoundhimselfinanapartmentwhichwassimplyandneatly,thoughnotpoorlyfurnished;everything,fromtheminiaturechiffonniertotheshininglittledaguerreotypewhichformedthecentralornamentofthemantelpiece,beinginscrupulousorder。Thepicturewasenclosedbyaframeofembroideredcard-board——evidentlytheworkoffemininehands——anditwastheportraitofathinfaced,elderlylieutenantinthenavy。Frombehindthelamponthetableafemaleformnowroseintoview,thatofayounggirl,andaresemblancebetweenherandtheportraitwasearlydiscoverable。Shehadbeensoabsorbedinsomeoccupationontheothersideofthelampastohavebarelyfoundtimetorealizehervisitor’spresence。

  Theybothremainedstandingforafewsecondswithoutspeaking。ThefacethatconfrontedBarnethadabeautifuloutline;theRaffaelesqueovalofitscontourwasremarkableforanEnglishcountenance,andthatcountenancehousedinaremotecountry-roadtoanunheard-ofharbour。Butherfeaturesdidnotdojusticetothissplendidbeginning:NaturehadrecollectedthatshewasnotinItaly;andtheyounglady’slineaments,thoughnotsoinconsistentastomakeherplain,wouldhavebeenacceptedratheraspleasingthanascorrect。Thepreoccupiedexpressionwhich,likeimagesontheretina,remainedwithherforamomentafterthestatethatcausedithadceased,nowchangedintoareserved,half-proud,andslightlyindignantlook,inwhichtheblooddiffuseditselfquicklyacrosshercheek,andadditionalbrightnessbroketheshadeofherratherheavyeyes。

  ’IknowIhavenobusinesshere,’hesaid,answeringthelook。’ButIhadagreatwishtoseeyou,andinquirehowyouwere。Youcangiveyourhandtome,seeinghowoftenIhavehelditinpastdays?’

  ’Iwouldratherforgetthanrememberallthat,Mr。Barnet,’sheanswered,asshecoldlycompliedwiththerequest。’WhenIthinkofthecircumstancesofourlastmeeting,Icanhardlyconsideritkindofyoutoalludetosuchathingasourpast——or,indeed,tocomehereatall。’

  ’Therewasnoharminitsurely?Idon’ttroubleyouoften,Lucy。’

  ’Ihavenothadthehonourofavisitfromyouforaverylongtime,certainly,andIdidnotexpectitnow,’shesaid,withthesamestiffnessinherair。’IhopeMrs。Barnetisverywell?’

  ’Yes,yes!’heimpatientlyreturned。’AtleastIsupposeso——thoughIonlyspeakfrominference!’

  ’Butsheisyourwife,sir,’saidtheyounggirltremulously。

  Theunwontedtonesofaman’svoiceinthatfemininechamberhadstartledacanarythatwasroostinginitscagebythewindow;thebirdawokehastily,andflutteredagainstthebars。Shewentandstilleditbylayingherfaceagainstthecageandmurmuringacoaxingsound。Itmightpartlyhavebeendonetostillherself。

  ’Ididn’tcometotalkofMrs。Barnet,’hepursued;’Icametotalkofyou,ofyourselfalone;toinquirehowyouaregettingonsinceyourgreatloss。’Andheturnedtowardstheportraitofherfather。

  ’Iamgettingonfairlywell,thankyou。’

  Theforceofherutterancewasscarcelyborneoutbyherlook;butBarnetcourteouslyreproachedhimselffornothavingguessedathingsonatural;andtodissipateallembarrassment,added,ashebentoverthetable,’WhatwereyoudoingwhenIcame?——paintingflowers,andbycandlelight?’

  ’Ono,’shesaid,’notpaintingthem——onlysketchingtheoutlines。

  Idothatatnighttosavetime——Ihavetogetthreedozendonebytheendofthemonth。’

  Barnetlookedasifheregretteditdeeply。’Youwillwearyourpooreyesout,’hesaid,withmoresentimentthanhehadhithertoshown。’Yououghtnottodoit。TherewasatimewhenIshouldhavesaidyoumustnot。Well——IalmostwishIhadneverseenlightwithmyowneyeswhenIthinkofthat!’

  ’Isthisatimeorplaceforrecallingsuchmatters?’sheasked,withdignity。’Youusedtohaveagentlemanlyrespectforme,andforyourself。Don’tspeakanymoreasyouhavespoken,anddon’tcomeagain。Icannotthinkthatthisvisitisserious,orwascloselyconsideredbyyou。’

  ’Considered:well,Icametoseeyouasanoldandgoodfriend——nottomincematters,tovisitawomanIloved。Don’tbeangry!I

  couldnothelpdoingit,somanythingsbroughtyouintomymind

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