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She
had
not
been
displeased
,
at
first
,
to
have
it
known
to
North
Dormer
and
the
neighborhood
that
she
was
driving
Miss
Hatchard
’
s
cousin
about
the
country
in
the
buggy
he
had
hired
of
lawyer
Royall
.
She
had
always
kept
to
herself
,
contemptuously
aloof
from
village
love
-
making
,
without
exactly
knowing
whether
her
fierce
pride
was
due
to
the
sense
of
her
tainted
origin
,
or
whether
she
was
reserving
herself
for
a
more
brilliant
fate
.
Sometimes
she
envied
the
other
girls
their
sentimental
preoccupations
,
their
long
hours
of
inarticulate
philandering
with
one
of
the
few
youths
who
still
lingered
in
the
village
;
but
when
she
pictured
herself
curling
her
hair
or
putting
a
new
ribbon
on
her
hat
for
Ben
Fry
or
one
of
the
Sollas
boys
the
fever
dropped
and
she
relapsed
into
indifference
.
Now
she
knew
the
meaning
of
her
disdains
and
reluctances
.
She
had
learned
what
she
was
worth
when
Lucius
Harney
,
looking
at
her
for
the
first
time
,
had
lost
the
thread
of
his
speech
,
and
leaned
reddening
on
the
edge
of
her
desk
.
But
another
kind
of
shyness
had
been
born
in
her
:
a
terror
of
exposing
to
vulgar
perils
the
sacred
treasure
of
her
happiness
.
She
was
not
sorry
to
have
the
neighbors
suspect
her
of
“
going
with
”
a
young
man
from
the
city
;
but
she
did
not
want
it
known
to
all
the
countryside
how
many
hours
of
the
long
June
days
she
spent
with
him
.
What
she
most
feared
was
that
the
inevitable
comments
should
reach
Mr
.
Royall
.
Charity
was
instinctively
aware
that
few
things
concerning
her
escaped
the
eyes
of
the
silent
man
under
whose
roof
she
lived
;
and
in
spite
of
the
latitude
which
North
Dormer
accorded
to
courting
couples
she
had
always
felt
that
,
on
the
day
when
she
showed
too
open
a
preference
,
Mr
.
Royall
might
,
as
she
phrased
it
,
make
her
“
pay
for
it
.
”
How
,
she
did
not
know
;
and
her
fear
was
the
greater
because
it
was
undefinable
.
If
she
had
been
accepting
the
attentions
of
one
of
the
village
youths
she
would
have
been
less
apprehensive
:
Mr
.
Royall
could
not
prevent
her
marrying
when
she
chose
to
.
But
everybody
knew
that
“
going
with
a
city
fellow
”
was
a
different
and
less
straightforward
affair
:
almost
every
village
could
show
a
victim
of
the
perilous
venture
.
And
her
dread
of
Mr
.
Royall
’
s
intervention
gave
a
sharpened
joy
to
the
hours
she
spent
with
young
Harney
,
and
made
her
,
at
the
same
time
,
shy
of
being
too
generally
seen
with
him
.
As
he
approached
she
rose
to
her
knees
,
stretching
her
arms
above
her
head
with
the
indolent
gesture
that
was
her
way
of
expressing
a
profound
well
-
being
.
“
I
’
m
going
to
take
you
to
that
house
up
under
Porcupine
,
”
she
announced
.
“
What
house
?
Oh
,
yes
;
that
ramshackle
place
near
the
swamp
,
with
the
gipsy
-
looking
people
hanging
about
.
It
’
s
curious
that
a
house
with
traces
of
real
architecture
should
have
been
built
in
such
a
place
.
But
the
people
were
a
sulky
-
looking
lot
—
do
you
suppose
they
’
ll
let
us
in
?
”
“
They
’
ll
do
whatever
I
tell
them
,
”
she
said
with
assurance
.
He
threw
himself
down
beside
her
.
“
Will
they
?
”
he
rejoined
with
a
smile
.
“
Well
,
I
should
like
to
see
what
’
s
left
inside
the
house
.
And
I
should
like
to
have
a
talk
with
the
people
.
Who
was
it
who
was
telling
me
the
other
day
that
they
had
come
down
from
the
Mountain
?
”
Charity
shot
a
sideward
look
at
him
.
It
was
the
first
time
he
had
spoken
of
the
Mountain
except
as
a
feature
of
the
landscape
.
What
else
did
he
know
about
it
,
and
about
her
relation
to
it
?
Her
heart
began
to
beat
with
the
fierce
impulse
of
resistance
which
she
instinctively
opposed
to
every
imagined
slight
.
