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“
Mr
.
Harney
,
is
she
?
She
’
d
better
dish
up
,
then
.
He
ain
’
t
coming
.
”
He
stood
up
,
walked
to
the
door
,
and
called
out
,
in
the
pitch
necessary
to
penetrate
the
old
woman
’
s
tympanum
:
“
Get
along
with
the
supper
,
Verena
.
”
Charity
was
trembling
with
apprehension
.
Something
had
happened
—
she
was
sure
of
it
now
—
and
Mr
.
Royall
knew
what
it
was
.
But
not
for
the
world
would
she
have
gratified
him
by
showing
her
anxiety
.
She
took
her
usual
place
,
and
he
seated
himself
opposite
,
and
poured
out
a
strong
cup
of
tea
before
passing
her
the
tea
-
pot
.
Verena
brought
some
scrambled
eggs
,
and
he
piled
his
plate
with
them
.
“
Ain
’
t
you
going
to
take
any
?
”
he
asked
.
Charity
roused
herself
and
began
to
eat
.
The
tone
with
which
Mr
.
Royall
had
said
“
He
’
s
not
coming
”
seemed
to
her
full
of
an
ominous
satisfaction
.
She
saw
that
he
had
suddenly
begun
to
hate
Lucius
Harney
,
and
guessed
herself
to
be
the
cause
of
this
change
of
feeling
.
But
she
had
no
means
of
finding
out
whether
some
act
of
hostility
on
his
part
had
made
the
young
man
stay
away
,
or
whether
he
simply
wished
to
avoid
seeing
her
again
after
their
drive
back
from
the
brown
house
.
She
ate
her
supper
with
a
studied
show
of
indifference
,
but
she
knew
that
Mr
.
Royall
was
watching
her
and
that
her
agitation
did
not
escape
him
.
After
supper
she
went
up
to
her
room
.
She
heard
Mr
.
Royall
cross
the
passage
,
and
presently
the
sounds
below
her
window
showed
that
he
had
returned
to
the
porch
.
She
seated
herself
on
her
bed
and
began
to
struggle
against
the
desire
to
go
down
and
ask
him
what
had
happened
.
“
I
’
d
rather
die
than
do
it
,
”
she
muttered
to
herself
.
With
a
word
he
could
have
relieved
her
uncertainty
:
but
never
would
she
gratify
him
by
saying
it
.
She
rose
and
leaned
out
of
the
window
.
The
twilight
had
deepened
into
night
,
and
she
watched
the
frail
curve
of
the
young
moon
dropping
to
the
edge
of
the
hills
.
Through
the
darkness
she
saw
one
or
two
figures
moving
down
the
road
;
but
the
evening
was
too
cold
for
loitering
,
and
presently
the
strollers
disappeared
.
Lamps
were
beginning
to
show
here
and
there
in
the
windows
.
A
bar
of
light
brought
out
the
whiteness
of
a
clump
of
lilies
in
the
Hawes
’
s
yard
:
and
farther
down
the
street
Carrick
Fry
’
s
Rochester
lamp
cast
its
bold
illumination
on
the
rustic
flower
-
tub
in
the
middle
of
his
grass
-
plot
.
For
a
long
time
she
continued
to
lean
in
the
window
.
But
a
fever
of
unrest
consumed
her
,
and
finally
she
went
downstairs
,
took
her
hat
from
its
hook
,
and
swung
out
of
the
house
.
Mr
.
Royall
sat
in
the
porch
,
Verena
beside
him
,
her
old
hands
crossed
on
her
patched
skirt
.
As
Charity
went
down
the
steps
Mr
.
Royall
called
after
her
:
“
Where
you
going
?
”
She
could
easily
have
answered
:
“
To
Orma
’
s
,
”
or
“
Down
to
the
Targatts
’
”
;
and
either
answer
might
have
been
true
,
for
she
had
no
purpose
.
But
she
swept
on
in
silence
,
determined
not
to
recognize
his
right
to
question
her
.
At
the
gate
she
paused
and
looked
up
and
down
the
road
.
The
darkness
drew
her
,
and
she
thought
of
climbing
the
hill
and
plunging
into
the
depths
of
the
larch
-
wood
above
the
pasture
.
Then
she
glanced
irresolutely
along
the
street
,
and
as
she
did
so
a
gleam
appeared
through
the
spruces
at
Miss
Hatchard
’
s
gate
.
Lucius
Harney
was
there
,
then
—
he
had
not
gone
down
to
Hepburn
with
Mr
.
Miles
,
as
she
had
at
first
imagined
.
But
where
had
he
taken
his
evening
meal
,
and
what
had
caused
him
to
stay
away
from
Mr
.
Royall
’
s
?
The
light
was
positive
proof
of
his
presence
,
for
Miss
Hatchard
’
s
servants
were
away
on
a
holiday
,
and
her
farmer
’
s
wife
came
only
in
the
mornings
,
to
make
the
young
man
’
s
bed
and
prepare
his
coffee
.
Beside
that
lamp
he
was
doubtless
sitting
at
this
moment
.
To
know
the
truth
Charity
had
only
to
walk
half
the
length
of
the
village
,
and
knock
at
the
lighted
window
.
She
hesitated
a
minute
or
two
longer
,
and
then
turned
toward
Miss
Hatchard
’
s
.
She
walked
quickly
,
straining
her
eyes
to
detect
anyone
who
might
be
coming
along
the
street
;
and
before
reaching
the
Frys
’
she
crossed
over
to
avoid
the
light
from
their
window
.
