was　as　yet　too　early　in　the　evening　to　be　afraid；　but　it　was　too
  late　to　be　altogether　courageous；　and　with　balanced　sensations
  Ethelberta　kept　her　eye　sharply　upon　him　as　he　rose　by　degrees　into
  view。　　The　peculiar　arrangement　of　his　hat　and　pugree　soon　struck
  her　as　being　that　she　had　casually　noticed　on　a　peg　in　one　of　the
  rooms　of　the　'Red　Lion；'　and　when　he　came　close　she　saw　that　his
  arms　diminished　to　a　peculiar　smallness　at　their　junction　with　his
  shoulders；　like　those　of　a　doll；　which　was　explained　by　their　being
  girt　round　at　that　point　with　the　straps　of　a　knapsack　that　he
  carried　behind　him。　　Encouraged　by　the　probability　that　he；　like
  herself；　was　staying　or　had　been　staying　at　the　'Red　Lion；'　she
  said；　'Can　you　tell　me　if　this　is　the　way　back　to　Anglebury？'
  'It　is　one　way；　but　the　nearest　is　in　this　direction；'　said　the
  touristthe　same　who　had　been　criticized　by　the　two　old　men。
  At　hearing　him　speak　all　the　delicate　activities　in　the　young　lady's
  person　stood　still：　　she　stopped　like　a　clock。　　When　she　could　again
  fence　with　the　perception　which　had　caused　all　this；　she　breathed。
  'Mr。　Julian！'　she　exclaimed。　　The　words　were　uttered　in　a　way　which
  would　have　told　anybody　in　a　moment　that　here　lay　something
  connected　with　the　light　of　other　days。
  'Ah；　Mrs。　Petherwin！Yes；　I　am　Mr。　Julianthough　that　can　matter
  very　little；　I　should　think；　after　all　these　years；　and　what　has
  passed。'
  No　remark　was　returned　to　this　rugged　reply；　and　he　continued
  unconcernedly；　'Shall　I　put　you　in　the　pathit　is　just　here？'
  'If　you　please。'
  'Come　with　me；　then。'
  She　walked　in　silence　at　his　heels；　not　a　word　passing　between　them
  all　the　way：　　the　only　noises　which　came　from　the　two　were　the
  brushing　of　her　dress　and　his　gaiters　against　the　heather；　or　the
  smart　rap　of　a　stray　flint　against　his　boot。
  They　had　now　reached　a　little　knoll；　and　he　turned　abruptly：　　'That
  is　Angleburyjust　where　you　see　those　lights。　　The　path　down　there
  is　the　one　you　must　follow；　it　leads　round　the　hill　yonder　and
  directly　into　the　town。'
  'Thank　you；'　she　murmured；　and　found　that　he　had　never　removed　his
  eyes　from　her　since　speaking；　keeping　them　fixed　with　mathematical
  exactness　upon　one　point　in　her　face。　　She　moved　a　little　to　go　on
  her　way；　he　moved　a　little　lessto　go　on　his。
  'Good…night；'　said　Mr。　Julian。
  The　moment；　upon　the　very　face　of　it；　was　critical；　and　yet　it　was
  one　of　those　which　have　to　wait　for　a　future　before　they　acquire　a
  definite　character　as　good　or　bad。
  Thus　much　would　have　been　obvious　to　any　outsider；　it　may　have　been
  doubly　so　to　Ethelberta；　for　she　gave　back　more　than　she　had　got；
  replying；　'Good…byeif　you　are　going　to　say　no　more。'
  Then　in　struck　Mr。　Julian：　　'What　can　I　say？　　You　are　nothing　to　me。
  。　。　。　　I　could　forgive　a　woman　doing　anything　for　spite；　except
  marrying　for　spite。'
  'The　connection　of　that　with　our　present　meeting　does　not　appear；
  unless　it　refers　to　what　you　have　done。　　It　does　not　refer　to　me。'
  'I　am　not　married：　　you　are。'
  She　did　not　contradict　him；　as　she　might　have　done。　　'Christopher；'
  she　said　at　last；　'this　is　how　it　is：　　you　knew　too　much　of　me　to
  respect　me；　and　too　little　to　pity　me。　　A　half　knowledge　of
  another's　life　mostly　does　injustice　to　the　life　half　known。'
  'Then　since　circumstances　forbid　my　knowing　you　more；　I　must　do　my
  best　to　know　you　less；　and　elevate　my　opinion　of　your　nature　by
  forgetting　what　it　consists　in；'　he　said　in　a　voice　from　which　all
  feeling　was　polished　away。
  'If　I　did　not　know　that　bitterness　had　more　to　do　with　those　words
  than　judgment；　Ishould　bebitter　too！　　You　never　knew　half　about
  me；　you　only　knew　me　as　a　governess；　you　little　think　what　my
  beginnings　were。'
  'I　have　guessed。　　I　have　many　times　told　myself　that　your　early　life
  was　superior　to　your　position　when　I　first　met　you。　　I　think　I　may
  say　without　presumption　that　I　recognize　a　lady　by　birth　when　I　see
  her；　even　under　reverses　of　an　extreme　kind。　　And　certainly　there　is
  this　to　be　said；　that　the　fact　of　having　been　bred　in　a　wealthy　home
  does　slightly　redeem　an　attempt　to　attain　to　such　a　one　again。'
  Ethelberta　smiled　a　smile　of　many　meanings。
  'However；　we　are　wasting　words；'　he　resumed　cheerfully。　　'It　is
  better　for　us　to　part　as　we　met；　and　continue　to　be　the　strangers
  that　we　have　become　to　each　other。　　I　owe　you　an　apology　for　having
  been　betrayed　into　more　feeling　than　I　had　a　right　to　show；　and　let
  us　part　friends。　　Good　night；　Mrs。　Petherwin；　and　success　to　you。
  We　may　meet　again；　some　day；　I　hope。'
  'Good　night；'　she　said；　extending　her　hand。　　He　touched　it；　turned
  about；　and　in　a　short　time　nothing　remained　of　him　but　quick　regular
  brushings　against　the　heather　in　the　deep　broad　shadow　of　the　moor。
  Ethelberta　slowly　moved　on　in　the　direction　that　he　had　pointed　out。
  This　meeting　had　surprised　her　in　several　ways。　　First；　there　was
  the　conjuncture　itself；　but　more　than　that　was　the　fact　that　he　had
  not　parted　from　her　with　any　of　the　tragic　resentment　that　she　had
  from　time　to　time　imagined　for　that　scene　if　it　ever　occurred。　　Yet
  there　was　really　nothing　wonderful　in　this：　　it　is　part　of　the
  generous　nature　of　a　bachelor　to　be　not　indisposed　to　forgive　a
  portionless　sweetheart　who；　by　marrying　elsewhere；　has　deprived　him
  of　the　bliss　of　being　obliged　to　marry　her　himself。　　Ethelberta
  would　have　been　disappointed　quite　had　there　not　been　a　comforting
  development　of　exasperation　in　the　middle　part　of　his　talk；　but
  after　all　it　formed　a　poor　substitute　for　the　loving　hatred　she　had
  expected。
  When　she　reached　the　hotel　the　lamp　over　the　door　showed　a　face　a
  little　flushed；　but　the　agitation　which　at　first　had　possessed　her
  was　gone　to　a　mere　nothing。　　In　the　hall　she　met　a　slender　woman
  wearing　a　silk　dress　of　that　peculiar　black　which　in　sunlight
  proclaims　itself　to　have　once　seen　better　days　as　a　brown；　and　days
  even　better　than　those　as　a　lavender；　green；　or　blue。
  'Menlove；'　said　the　lady；　'did　you　notice　if　any　gentleman　observed
  and　followed　me　when　I　left　the　hotel　to　go　for　a　walk　this
  evening？'
  The　lady's…maid；　thus　suddenly　pulled　up　in　a　night　forage　after
  lovers；　put　a　hand　to　her　forehead　to　show　that　there　was　no　mistake
  about　her　having　begun　to　meditate　on　receiving　orders　to　that
  effect；　and　said　at　last；　'You　once　told　me；　ma'am；　if　you
  recollect；　that　when　you　were　dressed；　I　was　not　to　go　staring　out
  of　the　window　after　you　as　if　you　were　a　doll　I　had　just
  manufactured　and　sent　round　for　sale。'
  'Yes；　so　I　did。'
  'So　I　didn't　see　if　anybody　followed　you　this　evening。'
  'Then　did　you　hear　any　gentleman　arrive　here　by　the　late　train　last
  night？'
  'O　no；　ma'amhow　could　I？'　said　Mrs。　Menlovean　exclamation　which
  was　more　apposite　than　her　mistress　suspected；　considering　that　the
  speaker；　after　retiring　from　duty；　had　slipped　down　her　dark　skirt
  to　reveal　a　light；　puffed；　and　festooned　one；　put　on　a　hat　and
  feather；　together　with　several　pennyweights　of　metal　in　the　form　of
  rings；　brooches；　and　earringsall　in　a　time　whilst　one　could　count
  a　hundredand　enjoyed　half…an…hour　of　prime　courtship　by　an
  honourable　young　waiter　of　the　town；　who　had　proved　constant　as　the
  magnet　to　the　pole　for　the　space　of　the　day　and　a　half　that　she　had
  known　him。
  Going　at　once　upstairs；　Ethelberta　ran　down　the　passage；　and　after
  some　hesitation　softly　opened　the　door　of　the　sitting…room　in　the
  best　suite　of　apartments　that　the　inn　could　boast　of。
  In　this　room　sat　an　elderly　lady　writing　by　the　light　of　two　candles
  with　green　shades。　　Well　knowing；　as　it　seemed；　who　the　intruder
  was；　she　continued　her　occupation；　and　her　visitor　advanced　and
  stood　beside　the　table。　　The　old　lady　wore　her　spectacles　low　down
  her　cheek；　her　glance　being　depressed　to　about　the　slope　of　her
  straight　white　nose　in　order　to　look　through　them。　　Her　mouth　was
  pursed　up　to　almost　a　youthful　shape　as　she　formed　the　letters　with
  her　pen；　and　a　slight　move　of　the　lip　accompanied　every　downstroke。
  There　were　two　large　antique　rings　on　her　forefinger；　against　which
  the　quill　rubbed　in　moving　backwards　and　forwards；　thereby　causing　a
  secondary　noise　rivalling　the　primary　one　of　the　nib　upon　the　paper。
  'Mamma；'　said　the　younger　lady；　'here　I　am　at　last。'
  A　writer's　mind　in　the　midst　of　a　sentence　being　like　a　ship　at　sea；
  knowing　no　rest　or　comfort　till　safely　piloted　into　the　harbour　of　a
  full　stop；　Lady　Petherwin　just　replied　with　'What；'　in　an　occupied
  tone；　not　rising　to　interrogation。　　After　signing　her　name　to　the
  letter；　she　raised　her　eyes。
  'Why；　how　late　you　are；　Ethelberta；　and　how　heated　you　look！'　she
  said。　　'I　have　been　quite　alarmed　about　you。　　What　do　you　say　has
  happened？'
  The　great；　chief；　and　altogether　eclipsing　thing　that　had　happened
  was　the　accidental　meeting　with　an　old　lover　whom　she　had　once
  quarrelled　with；　and　Ethelberta's　honesty　would　have　delivered　the
  tidings　at　once；　had　not；　unfortunately；　all　the　rest　of　her
  attributes　been　dead　against　that　act；　for　the　old　lady's　sake　even
  more　than　for　her　own。
  'I　saw　a　great　cruel　bird　chasing　a　harmless　duck！'　she　exclaimed
  innocently。　　'And　I　ran　after　to　see　what　the　en