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But
mixed
with
this
feeling
was
another
:
the
wondering
pride
in
his
liking
for
her
,
the
startled
softness
that
his
sympathy
had
put
into
her
heart
.
Sometimes
,
when
her
youth
flushed
up
in
her
,
she
had
imagined
yielding
like
other
girls
to
furtive
caresses
in
the
twilight
;
but
she
could
not
so
cheapen
herself
to
Harney
.
She
did
not
know
why
he
was
going
;
but
since
he
was
going
she
felt
she
must
do
nothing
to
deface
the
image
of
her
that
he
carried
away
.
If
he
wanted
her
he
must
seek
her
:
he
must
not
be
surprised
into
taking
her
as
girls
like
Julia
Hawes
were
taken
.
.
.
.
No
sound
came
from
the
sleeping
village
,
and
in
the
deep
darkness
of
the
garden
she
heard
now
and
then
a
secret
rustle
of
branches
,
as
though
some
night
-
bird
brushed
them
.
Once
a
footfall
passed
the
gate
,
and
she
shrank
back
into
her
corner
;
but
the
steps
died
away
and
left
a
profounder
quiet
.
Her
eyes
were
still
on
Harney
’
s
tormented
face
:
she
felt
she
could
not
move
till
he
moved
.
But
she
was
beginning
to
grow
numb
from
her
constrained
position
,
and
at
times
her
thoughts
were
so
indistinct
that
she
seemed
to
be
held
there
only
by
a
vague
weight
of
weariness
.
A
long
time
passed
in
this
strange
vigil
.
Harney
still
lay
on
the
bed
,
motionless
and
with
fixed
eyes
,
as
though
following
his
vision
to
its
bitter
end
.
At
last
he
stirred
and
changed
his
attitude
slightly
,
and
Charity
’
s
heart
began
to
tremble
.
But
he
only
flung
out
his
arms
and
sank
back
into
his
former
position
.
With
a
deep
sigh
he
tossed
the
hair
from
his
forehead
;
then
his
whole
body
relaxed
,
his
head
turned
sideways
on
the
pillow
,
and
she
saw
that
he
had
fallen
asleep
The
sweet
expression
came
back
to
his
lips
,
and
the
haggardness
faded
from
his
face
,
leaving
it
as
fresh
as
a
boy
’
s
.
She
rose
and
crept
away
.
SHE
had
lost
the
sense
of
time
,
and
did
not
know
how
late
it
was
till
she
came
out
into
the
street
and
saw
that
all
the
windows
were
dark
between
Miss
Hatchard
’
s
and
the
Royall
house
.
As
she
passed
from
under
the
black
pall
of
the
Norway
spruces
she
fancied
she
saw
two
figures
in
the
shade
about
the
duck
-
pond
.
She
drew
back
and
watched
;
but
nothing
moved
,
and
she
had
stared
so
long
into
the
lamp
-
lit
room
that
the
darkness
confused
her
,
and
she
thought
she
must
have
been
mistaken
.
She
walked
on
,
wondering
whether
Mr
.
Royall
was
still
in
the
porch
.
In
her
exalted
mood
she
did
not
greatly
care
whether
he
was
waiting
for
her
or
not
:
she
seemed
to
be
floating
high
over
life
,
on
a
great
cloud
of
misery
beneath
which
every
-
day
realities
had
dwindled
to
mere
specks
in
space
.
But
the
porch
was
empty
,
Mr
.
Royall
’
s
hat
hung
on
its
peg
in
the
passage
,
and
the
kitchen
lamp
had
been
left
to
light
her
to
bed
.
She
took
it
and
went
up
.
The
morning
hours
of
the
next
day
dragged
by
without
incident
.
Charity
had
imagined
that
,
in
some
way
or
other
,
she
would
learn
whether
Harney
had
already
left
;
but
Verena
’
s
deafness
prevented
her
being
a
source
of
news
,
and
no
one
came
to
the
house
who
could
bring
enlightenment
.
Mr
.
Royall
went
out
early
,
and
did
not
return
till
Verena
had
set
the
table
for
the
midday
meal
.
When
he
came
in
he
went
straight
to
the
kitchen
and
shouted
to
the
old
woman
:
“
Ready
for
dinner
—
—
”
then
he
turned
into
the
dining
-
room
,
where
Charity
was
already
seated
.
Harney
’
s
plate
was
in
its
usual
place
,
but
Mr
.
Royall
offered
no
explanation
of
his
absence
,
and
Charity
asked
none
.
