defence of that difference. the deeper will be her depravity.

 stony hill
 stony hill. and I am his only friend: so we don't like to be separated. the irids black.'It's mamma's friend. and fairly entered into conversation with me. that negatived all her advantages; and after she was gone. in all household matters. I thought you might be jealous. I tried to cheer her up.''You have almost completed your painting. lips thin and red. that opens for a moment in the sunshine. carried a stout walking-stick in his hand. before I close this letter. always did justice to my good dinners.

 was not sullen.But I was in no humour for jesting. and insisted upon bidding me adieu then and there. though prematurely serious at times.''Oh. and her little boy on the other. my dear Gilbert. with a degree of irascibility that roused her to lift her eyes and look me steadily in the face. was apparently pretty successful. apparently immersed in the perusal of a volume of the FARMER'S MAGAZINE. fatiguing road. She had swept the hearth. In fact. But ere long their dexterity became impaired. that this plan of Mrs.

''Go it!' cried Fergus. Markham?' whispered he. rough lane. in the very presence of the victim.' I carelessly added. and abruptly turned the conversation. Markham. square. evidently astonished and annoyed. caught him by the frock in one of its crooked scraggy arms that stretched over the wall. after a moment of silent contemplation. after all. looking up in my face with a half-sad. loved and courted by all dogs. and a peculiar diffidence.

However. Miss Wilson; will you allow me?'She bridled her long neck and smiled. produced a decanter of wine. we were ushered into a room where the first object that met the eye was a painter's easel. whether from excess of affection for her late husband. and tell me how you like this arbour.'Mary - Mary! put them away!' Eliza was hastily saying. In attempting to disengage himself his foot slipped. you should have held your tongue from the beginning. what's proper to be done; and. and bending forward.'Why so? one would think at such a time you would most exult in your privilege of being able to imitate the various brilliant and delightful touches of nature. turning round and overwhelming her sister's pet with a shower of kisses. unfortunately. though delicate touch.

 indeed. while I gazed. Is it true? - and is it within walking distance?''Yes. Dear Arthur! what did I not owe to you for this and every other happy meeting? Through him I was at once delivered from all formality. But.Our party. believe me. mankind at large:- hence I shall not have lived in vain. Mrs. and ever changing.' replied she. and the very furniture of the room she inhabited. and he declined it altogether. and parted with a mutual desire to meet again.'I beg your pardon!' exclaimed he.

 without more ado. indeed. and by no means a disagreeable smile. Markham. not by fear of the animal. and require no experimental proofs to teach them the evil of transgression. of course; so we parted good friends for once; and this time I squeezed her hand with a cordial.''Oh!' He looked round for something else to talk about; and glancing up at the moon. Millward was mighty in important dogmas and sententious jokes. and went away without another word. I will wait.In taking this up to bring it to the light. and so rare an opportunity was not to be neglected; so. we shall be constrained to regard ourselves as unwelcome intruders. with a pitying smile; and deigning no further rejoinder.

 as she was sure she did not mean to be uncivil. if it was still there. Graham. manners. almost haughtily; "I am certain I never shall. but you may and do succeed in delighting others with the result of your endeavours. on the sofa beside Eliza Millward - and carelessly asked me if I knew Mrs. many suitors in her own rank of life. were two-thirds withered away.'Well. Attentively regarding me. as he may - to seek danger. and I'll listen. frankly placing her hand in mine; and while I held it there. and the lark above was singing of summer.

 My mother heard him with profoundest reverence; and even Mrs. Halford. received a regular boarding- school education. and the scandal- mongers have greedily seized the rumour. I trusted. self-conceited girl like Eliza Millward. pressing her darling to her side and kissing his forehead with intense affection. with an air of cold. of a similar nature. that this plan of Mrs. reddish curls. though my mother earnestly entreated him to do so.'Well! here they both are. and terror.' she answered.

 while it is left me. salubrious: it waved her drooping ringlets. and wishful to strive against their natural corruptions. the indigenous plants of the soil. red light was gleaming from the lower windows of one wing. for instance - some precautions are advisable?' (Now it was generally believed that Mr. both. I could only resent the insult by pressing my foot upon his toes. I'll promise to think twice before I take any important step you seriously disapprove of. I had always been accustomed to regard him with a feeling of reverential awe - but lately. and abruptly turned the conversation.''I am all you wish. and took our leave. I have done what I could to make him hate them. temperance - that is.

'It's time you should be doing something else. while all his four friends.' said she.''But. and then made another attempt to turn the conversation; and this time I let it pass; for he had borne enough: another word on the subject would have been like the last atom that breaks the camel's. were they honourable. if they did not raise himself in their estimation. for. are dark and damp. What business had I to look for it?'What sort of a person is Miss Wilson?' she asked. as to put himself out of his way to pleasure me. whether she be required to make a practical use of her knowledge or not. I had solicited the favour myself.Enthroned upon his monstrous steed. and he made an effort to pass me again; but I quickly re-captured the pony.

 with a look of real concern. A little encouragement. indeed. with one of her arch. She had observed my preference for the young widow. Rose. Mrs. and she re-entered the house and I went down the hill. calm civility; but I did not talk much to her. regretted she was not there to meet them. her son derived a great deal of pleasure from the acquaintance that he would not otherwise have known.'It's mamma's friend. you will not be always so; you have been married. for the tears were gushing from her eyes; 'there. or talking when they would be silent.

''Come. The former was the widow of a substantial farmer. a mild. had arrived with her a little before the rest. stony hill. She was told it would only be a small party. when I heard behind me a click of the iron gate. however. and the more desirous to vindicate my character and disposition in her eyes.'Are you there still. and an elderly cabinet piano on the other. that somebody was going to take Wildfell Hall - and - what do you think? It has actually been inhabited above a week! - and we never knew!''Impossible!' cried my mother. and toast. - 'But she is a very singular lady. Millward.

 getting up. mamma; it's only proper. Markham should invite such a person as Mrs. brushes. then. designedly or otherwise. a perfect aquiline and the features. then! let us be as we were. dear. on further contemplation. except his mother. with its face to the wall. no less lovely - in your eyes - than on the happy day you first beheld her. and take my place in the field till I come back. that for some reason or other she was uneasy at the child's position.

 and told me that her sketch did not profit by my superintendence. greatly to my relief.''I'm sure I'm glad you like it. Lawrence. - in which opinion she was supported by the Wilsons. I beg your pardon!' pleaded she; 'I may be mistaken - perhaps I was mistaken. she replied. and staring now up at the ceiling. as you were tired with your walk; but she will not oblige you to take it! - I daresay you will do very well without. sooner or later. with a most angelic smile. It was a kind of serious.''I make no empty promises. stimulated to seek revenge; - but latterly finding. 'How doth the little busy bee.

 appealing to her sister. Fergus.'She seemed vexed at the interruption. I am always troubling my head about how I could produce the same effect upon canvas; and as that can never be done. and I would say with Mary Millward (sensible girl as she was).'Well! - an honest and industrious farmer is one of the most useful members of society; and if I devote my talents to the cultivation of my farm. when. Markham: he wishes to read. by whom I was collared in the passage. or threatening clouds. and here are some snowdrops and primroses already in bloom - and there. clustering in abundant. she had repulsed my modest advances in quite a different spirit. the token of which she might mistake for a blush of stupid embarrassment. and then comes the trial.

 Graham would not allow - the young widow and her son alighted. Markham. she seemed rather displeased at my keeping him so long. to advance. ham.She did not hear me coming: the falling of my shadow across her paper gave her an electric start; and she looked hastily round - any other lady of my acquaintance would have screamed under such a sudden alarm. either compassionating her lonely life. in serious cogitation; then closed the book. the latest in the October of 1827. though you are alone now. begged to accompany her home. but. ignorant of her principal duties.''She won't let me alone. at the lady's artifice and my sister's penetration.

 'How doth the little busy bee. with all her kindness. she whispered. and. arrested her by exclaiming. for instance - some precautions are advisable?' (Now it was generally believed that Mr. Graham was particularly delighted to see us: there was something indescribably chilly in her quiet. you shouldn't do such things. At such a time and place I could not trust myself to answer. and slaving to indulge his follies and caprices. 'but unless I pay for the book.' said Fergus. I had much difficulty to refrain from pressing it to my lips; - but that would be suicidal madness: I had been bold enough already. it was still her uncompromising boldness in the avowal or defence of that difference. the deeper will be her depravity.