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Charity
,
who
went
to
the
white
church
(
like
all
the
best
people
in
North
Dormer
)
,
admired
Mr
.
Miles
,
and
had
even
,
during
the
memorable
trip
to
Nettleton
,
imagined
herself
married
to
a
man
who
had
such
a
straight
nose
and
such
a
beautiful
way
of
speaking
,
and
who
lived
in
a
brown
-
stone
rectory
covered
with
Virginia
creeper
.
It
had
been
a
shock
to
discover
that
the
privilege
was
already
enjoyed
by
a
lady
with
crimped
hair
and
a
large
baby
;
but
the
arrival
of
Lucius
Harney
had
long
since
banished
Mr
.
Miles
from
Charity
’
s
dreams
,
and
as
he
walked
up
the
path
at
Harney
’
s
side
she
saw
him
as
he
really
was
:
a
fat
middle
-
aged
man
with
a
baldness
showing
under
his
clerical
hat
,
and
spectacles
on
his
Grecian
nose
.
She
wondered
what
had
called
him
to
North
Dormer
on
a
weekday
,
and
felt
a
little
hurt
that
Harney
should
have
brought
him
to
the
library
.
It
presently
appeared
that
his
presence
there
was
due
to
Miss
Hatchard
.
He
had
been
spending
a
few
days
at
Springfield
,
to
fill
a
friend
’
s
pulpit
,
and
had
been
consulted
by
Miss
Hatchard
as
to
young
Harney
’
s
plan
for
ventilating
the
“
Memorial
.
”
To
lay
hands
on
the
Hatchard
ark
was
a
grave
matter
,
and
Miss
Hatchard
,
always
full
of
scruples
about
her
scruples
(
it
was
Harney
’
s
phrase
)
,
wished
to
have
Mr
.
Miles
’
s
opinion
before
deciding
.
“
I
couldn
’
t
,
”
Mr
.
Miles
explained
,
“
quite
make
out
from
your
cousin
what
changes
you
wanted
to
make
,
and
as
the
other
trustees
did
not
understand
either
I
thought
I
had
better
drive
over
and
take
a
look
—
though
I
’
m
sure
,
”
he
added
,
turning
his
friendly
spectacles
on
the
young
man
,
“
that
no
one
could
be
more
competent
—
but
of
course
this
spot
has
its
peculiar
sanctity
!
”
“
I
hope
a
little
fresh
air
won
’
t
desecrate
it
,
”
Harney
laughingly
rejoined
;
and
they
walked
to
the
other
end
of
the
library
while
he
set
forth
his
idea
to
the
Rector
.
Mr
.
Miles
had
greeted
the
two
girls
with
his
usual
friendliness
,
but
Charity
saw
that
he
was
occupied
with
other
things
,
and
she
presently
became
aware
,
by
the
scraps
of
conversation
drifting
over
to
her
,
that
he
was
still
under
the
charm
of
his
visit
to
Springfield
,
which
appeared
to
have
been
full
of
agreeable
incidents
.
“
Ah
,
the
Coopersons
.
.
.
yes
,
you
know
them
,
of
course
,
”
she
heard
.
“
That
’
s
a
fine
old
house
!
And
Ned
Cooperson
has
collected
some
really
remarkable
impressionist
pictures
.
.
.
.
”
The
names
he
cited
were
unknown
to
Charity
.
“
Yes
;
yes
;
the
Schaefer
quartette
played
at
Lyric
Hall
on
Saturday
evening
;
and
on
Monday
I
had
the
privilege
of
hearing
them
again
at
the
Towers
.
Beautifully
done
.
.
.
Bach
and
Beethoven
.
.
.
a
lawn
-
party
first
.
.
.
I
saw
Miss
Balch
several
times
,
by
the
way
.
.
.
looking
extremely
handsome
.
.
.
.
”
Charity
dropped
her
pencil
and
forgot
to
listen
to
the
Targatt
girl
’
s
sing
-
song
.
Why
had
Mr
.
Miles
suddenly
brought
up
Annabel
Balch
’
s
name
?
“
Oh
,
really
?
”
she
heard
Harney
rejoin
;
and
,
raising
his
stick
,
he
pursued
:
“
You
see
,
my
plan
is
to
move
these
shelves
away
,
and
open
a
round
window
in
this
wall
,
on
the
axis
of
the
one
under
the
pediment
.
”
