the　power　of　thinking　or　feeling。　　She　saw　and　heardthat　was　all；
  she　could　not　realise。
  They　drew　her　forward；　when　it　was　over；　to　sign　her　name；　as
  witness。　　She　took　up　the　pen；　looked　at　the　Flora　May；　written　for
  the　last　time；　and　found　her　hand　so　trembling；　that　she　said；　half
  smiling；　that　she　could　not　write。　　Mary　was　only　too　well　pleased　to
  supply　the　deficiency。　　Dr。　May　looked　at　her　anxiously；　and　asked
  whether　she　felt　overcome。
  〃No；　papa。　　I　did　not　know　my　hand　was　shaky。〃
  He　took　it　into　his；　and　pressed　it。　　Ethel　knew；　then；　how　much　had
  been　undeveloped　in　her　own　mind；　catching　it；　as　it　were；　from　his
  touch　and　look。　　The　thought　of　his　past　joythe　sad　fading　of　hope
  for　Margaretthe　fear　and　doubt　for　their　present　brideabove　all；
  the　sense　that　the　fashion　of　this　world　passeth　away；　and　that　it　is
  not　the　outward　scene；　but　our　bearing　in　it；　that　is　to　last　for
  ever。
  The　bells　struck　up；　each　peal　ending　with　a　crash　that　gave　Ethel
  some　vague　idea　of　fatality；　and　they　all　came　back　to　the　house；
  where　Margaret　was　ready；　in　the　drawing…room；　to　receive　them；
  looking　very　pretty；　in　her　soft　blue　dress；　which　especially　became
  her　fair　complexion　and　light　brown　hair。　　Ethel　did　not　quite　like
  the　pink　colour　on　her　cheeks；　and　feared　that　she　had　been　shaken　by
  Flora's　agitation　in　the　morning；　but　she　was　very　calm　and　bright；
  in　the　affectionate　greeting　with　which　she　held　out　her　hands　to　the
  bride　and　bridegroom；　as　they　came　in。
  Mr。　Rivers　and　Meta　were　the　only　guests；　and；　while　Meta　was　seized
  by　the　children；　Margaret　lay　talking　to　Mr。　Rivers；　George　standing
  upright　and　silent　behind　her　sofa；　like　a　sentinel。　　Flora　was　gone
  to　change　her　dress；　not　giving　way；　but　nervous　and　hurried；　as　she
  reiterated　parting　directions　about　household　comforts　to　Ethel；　who
  stood　by　the　toilette…table；　sticking　a　pin　into　the　pincushion　and
  drawing　it　out　again；　as　if　solely　intent　on　making　it　always　fit
  into　the　same　hole；　while　Mary　dressed　Flora；　packed；　flew　about；　and
  was　useful。
  As　they　came　downstairs；　Ethel　found　that　Flora　was　trembling　from
  head　to　foot；　and　leaning　on　her；　Dr。　May　stood　at　the　foot　of　the
  stairs；　and　folded　his　daughter　in　a　long　embrace；　Flora　gave　herself
  up　to　it　as　if　she　would　never　bear　to　leave　it。　　Did　a　flash　come
  over　her　then；　what　the　father　was；　whom　she　had　held　cheaply？　what
  was　the　worth　of　that　for　which　she　had　exchanged　such　a　home？　　She
  spoke　not　a　word；　she　only　clung　tightlyif　her　heart　failed　herit
  was　too　late。　　〃Bless　you！　my　child！〃　he　said　at　last。　　〃Only　be　what
  your　mother　was！〃
  A　coming　tread　warned　them　to　part。　　There　was　a　tray　of　luncheon　for
  the　two　who　were　about　to　depart；　and　the　great　snow…white　cake　was
  waiting　for　Flora　to　cut　it。　　She　smiled；　accomplished　that　feat
  steadily；　and　Norman　continuing　the　operation；　Aubrey　guided　Gertrude
  in　handing　round　the　slices。　　George　did　full　justice　thereto；　as
  well　as　to　the　more　solid　viands。　　Flora　could　taste　nothing；　but　she
  contrived　to　smile　and　say　it　was　too　early。　　She　was　in　haste　to
  have　it　over　now；　and；　as　soon　as　George　had　finished；　she　rose　up；
  still　composed　and　resolved；　the　last　kisses　were　givenGertrude　was
  lifted　up　to　her；　after　she　was　in　the　carriage　for　the　very　last；
  when　George　proposed　to　run　away　with　her　also；　whereupon　Daisy
  kicked　and　screamed；　and　was　taken　back　in　haste。　　The　door　was　shut；
  and　they　drove　off；　bound　for　the　Continent；　and　then　Mary；　as　if　the
  contingency　of　losing　Flora　had　only　for　the　first　time　occurred　to
  her　as　the　consequence　of　the　wedding；　broke　out　into　a　piteous　fit
  of　sobbingrather　too　unrestrained；　considering　her　fourteen　years。
  Poor　Mary；　she　was　a　very　child　still！　　They　pulled　her　into　the
  study；　out　of　the　way　of　Mr。　Rivers；　and　Meta　had　no　sooner　said　how
  Flora　would　soon　come　home　and　live　at　the　Grange；　and　talked　of　the
  grand　school…feast　to　which　she　was　at　once　going　to　take　her
  friends；　than　the　round　rosy　face　drew　out　of　its　melancholy　puckers
  into　smiles；　as　Mary　began　to　tell　the　delight　caused　by　the
  invitations　which　she　had　conveyed。　　That　was　to　be　a　feast　indeed
  all　the　Abbotstoke　childrenall　Flora's　class　at　Stoneborough；　and
  as　many　Cocksmoor　scholars　as　could　walk　so　far；　were　to　dine　on
  Christmas　fare；　at　one　o'clock；　at　the　Grange；　and　Meta　was　in　haste
  to　be　at　home　to　superintend　the　feast。
  Mary；　Blanche；　and　Aubrey；　went　with　her；　under　the　keeping　of　Miss
  Bracy；　the　boys　were　to　follow。　　She　had　hoped　for　Ethel；　but　on
  looking　at　her；　ceased　her　coaxing　importunity。
  〃I　see；〃　she　said　kindly；　〃even　schoolchildren　will　not　be　so　good
  for　you　as　peace。〃
  〃Thank　you；〃　said　Ethel；　〃I　should　like　to　be　quiet　till　the　evening；
  if　you　will　let　me　off。　　It　is　very　kind　in　you。〃
  〃I　ought　to　know　how　to　pity　you；〃　said　Meta；　〃I　who　have　gained　what
  you　have　lost。〃
  〃I　want　to　think　too；〃　said　Ethel。　　〃It　is　the　beginning　to　me　of　a
  new　life；　and　I　have　not　been　able　to　look　at　it　yet。〃
  〃Besides；　Margaret　will　want　you。　　Poor　Margarethas　it　been　very
  trying　to　her？〃
  〃I　fear　so；　but　I　shall　keep　out　of　her　way；　and　leave　her　to　a　quiet
  afternoon　with　Richard。　　It　will　be　the　greatest　treat　to　those　two
  to　be　together。〃
  〃Very　well；　I　will　carry　off　the　children；　and　leave　the　house
  quiet。〃
  And　quiet　it　was　in　another　hourGertrude　walking　with　the　nurses；
  Dr。　May　gone　to　his　patients；　and　all　the　rest　at　Abbotstoke；　except
  Richard　and　Margaret　downstairs；　and　Ethel；　who；　while　arranging　her
  properties　in　her　new　room；　had　full　leisure　to　lay　out　before
  herself　the　duties　that　had　devolved　on　her　and　to　grapple　with　them。
  She　recalled　the　many　counsels　that　she　had　received　from　Flora；　and
  they　sounded　so　bewildering　that　she　wished　it　had　been　Conic
  sections；　and　then　she　looked　at　a　Hebrew　grammar　that　Norman　had
  given　her；　and　gave　a　sigh　as　she　slipped　it　into　the　shelf　of　the
  seldom　used。　　She　looked　about　the　room；　cleared　out　the　last　piece
  of　brown　paper；　and　burned　the　last　torn　envelope；　that　no　relic　of
  packing　and　change　might　distress　Margaret's　eyes　for　order；　then
  feeling　at　once　desolate　and　intrusive；　she　sat　down　in　Flora's
  fireside　chair；　opened　her　desk；　and　took　out　her　last　time…table。
  She　looked　at　it　for　some　minutes；　laid　it　aside；　and　rising；　knelt
  down。　　Again　seating　herself；　she　resumed　her　paper；　took　a　blank
  one；　ruled　it；　and　wrote　her　rules　for　each　hour　of　each　day　in　the
  week。　　That　first　hour　after　breakfast；　when　hitherto　she　had　been
  free；　was　one　sacrifice；　it　must　go　now；　to　ordering　dinner；　seeing
  after　stores；　watching　over　the　children's　clothes；　and　the　other
  nondescripts；　which；　happily　for　her；　Flora　had　already　reduced　to
  method。　　The　other　loss　was　the　spare　time　between　the　walk　and　tea；
  she　must　not　spend　that　in　her　own　room　now；　or　there　would　be　no　one
  to　sit　with　Margaret；　or　keep　the　little　ones　from　being　troublesome
  to　her。　　Ethel　had　often　had　to　give　up　this　space　before；　when　Flora
  went　out　in　the　evening；　and　she　had　seldom　felt　otherwise　than
  annoyed。　　Give　it　up　for　good！　that　was　the　cure　for　temper；　but　it
  had　been　valuable　as　something　of　her　own。　　She　would　have　been
  thankful　could　she　have　hoped　to　keep　regularly　to　her　own　rules；　but
  that　she　knew　was　utterly　improbableboys；　holidays；　callers；
  engagements；　Dr。　May；　would　all　conspire　to　turn　half　her　days　upside
  down；　and　Cocksmoor　itself　must　often　depend　not　only　on　the　weather；
  but　on　home　doings。　　Two　or　three　notes　she　wrote　at　the　foot　of　her
  paper。
  'N。　B。　　These　are　a　standardnot　a　bed　of　Procrustes。
  MUSTSTo　be　first　consulted。Mayslast。　　Ethel　May's
  last　of　all。
  If　I　cannot　do　everythingomit　the　self…chosen。
  MEM　　Neither　hurry　when　it　depends　on　myself；
  nor　fidget　when　it　depends　on　others。
  Keep　a　book　going　to　pacify　myself。'
  Her　rules　drawn　up；　Ethel　knelt　once　more。　　Then　she　drew　a　long
  sigh；　and　wondered　where　Flora　was；　and　next；　as　she　was　fairly
  fagged；　mind　and　body；　she　threw　herself　back　in　the　armchair；　took
  up　a　railway　novel　that　Hector　had　brought　home；　and　which　they　had
  hidden　from　the　children；　and　repaired　herself　with　the　luxury　of　an
  idle　reading。
  Margaret　and　Richard　likewise　spent　a　peaceful；　though　pensive
  afternoon。　　Margaret　had　portions　of　letters　from　Alan　to　read　to
  him；　and　a　consultation　to　hold。　　The　hope　of　her　full　recovery　had
  so　melted　away；　that　she　had；　in　every　letter；　striven　to　prepare　Mr。
  Ernescliffe　for　the　disappointment；　and　each　that　she　received　in
  return　was　so　sanguine　and　affectionate；　that　the　very　fondness　was
  as　much　grief　as　joy。　　She　could　not　believe　that　he　took　in　the　true
  state　of　the　case；　or　was　prepared　to　perceive　that　she　could　never
  be　his　wife；　and　she　wanted　Richard　to　write　one　of　his　clear；
  dispassionate　statements；　such　as　carried　full　conviction；　and　to
  help　to　put　a　final　end　to　the　engagement。
  〃But　why；〃　said　Richard〃why　should　you　wish　to　distress　him？〃
  〃Because　I　cannot　bear　that　he　should　be　deceived；　and　should　feed　on
  false　hopes。　　Do　you　think　it　right；　Richard？〃
  〃I　will　write　to　him；　if　yo