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"
Oh
!
"
said
the
lady
;
which
,
as
our
friend
immediately
left
us
again
,
was
the
only
other
word
of
importance
contributed
to
the
subject
till
,
the
next
night
,
by
the
corner
of
the
hearth
,
in
the
best
chair
,
he
opened
the
faded
red
cover
of
a
thin
old-fashioned
gilt-edged
album
.
The
whole
thing
took
indeed
more
nights
than
one
,
but
on
the
first
occasion
the
same
lady
put
another
question
.
"
What
is
your
title
?
"
"
I
have
n't
one
.
"
"
Oh
,
I
have
!
"
I
said
But
Douglas
,
without
heeding
me
,
had
begun
to
read
with
a
fine
clearness
that
was
like
a
rendering
to
the
ear
of
the
beauty
of
his
author
's
hand
.
I
remember
the
whole
beginning
as
a
succession
of
flights
and
drops
,
a
little
seesaw
of
the
right
throbs
and
the
wrong
.
After
rising
,
in
town
,
to
meet
his
appeal
,
I
had
at
all
events
a
couple
of
very
bad
days
--
found
myself
doubtful
again
,
felt
indeed
sure
I
had
made
a
mistake
.
In
this
state
of
mind
I
spent
the
long
hours
of
bumping
,
swinging
coach
that
carried
me
to
the
stopping
place
at
which
I
was
to
be
met
by
a
vehicle
from
the
house
.
This
convenience
,
I
was
told
,
had
been
ordered
,
and
I
found
,
toward
the
close
of
the
June
afternoon
,
a
commodious
fly
in
waiting
for
me
.
Driving
at
that
hour
,
on
a
lovely
day
,
through
a
country
to
which
the
summer
sweetness
seemed
to
offer
me
a
friendly
welcome
,
my
fortitude
mounted
afresh
and
,
as
we
turned
into
the
avenue
,
encountered
a
reprieve
that
was
probably
but
a
proof
of
the
point
to
which
it
had
sunk
.
I
suppose
I
had
expected
,
or
had
dreaded
,
something
so
melancholy
that
what
greeted
me
was
a
good
surprise
.
I
remember
as
a
most
pleasant
impression
the
broad
,
clear
front
,
its
open
windows
and
fresh
curtains
and
the
pair
of
maids
looking
out
;
I
remember
the
lawn
and
the
bright
flowers
and
the
crunch
of
my
wheels
on
the
gravel
and
the
clustered
treetops
over
which
the
rooks
circled
and
cawed
in
the
golden
sky
.
The
scene
had
a
greatness
that
made
it
a
different
affair
from
my
own
scant
home
,
and
there
immediately
appeared
at
the
door
,
with
a
little
girl
in
her
hand
,
a
civil
person
who
dropped
me
as
decent
a
curtsy
as
if
I
had
been
the
mistress
or
a
distinguished
visitor
.
I
had
received
in
Harley
Street
a
narrower
notion
of
the
place
,
and
that
,
as
I
recalled
it
,
made
me
think
the
proprietor
still
more
of
a
gentleman
,
suggested
that
what
I
was
to
enjoy
might
be
something
beyond
his
promise
.
I
had
no
drop
again
till
the
next
day
,
for
I
was
carried
triumphantly
through
the
following
hours
by
my
introduction
to
the
younger
of
my
pupils
.
The
little
girl
who
accompanied
Mrs.
Grose
appeared
to
me
on
the
spot
a
creature
so
charming
as
to
make
it
a
great
fortune
to
have
to
do
with
her
.
She
was
the
most
beautiful
child
I
had
ever
seen
,
and
I
afterward
wondered
that
my
employer
had
not
told
me
more
of
her
.
I
slept
little
that
night
--
I
was
too
much
excited
;
and
this
astonished
me
,
too
,
I
recollect
,
remained
with
me
,
adding
to
my
sense
of
the
liberality
with
which
I
was
treated
.
The
large
,
impressive
room
,
one
of
the
best
in
the
house
,
the
great
state
bed
,
as
I
almost
felt
it
,
the
full
,
figured
draperies
,
the
long
glasses
in
which
,
for
the
first
time
,
I
could
see
myself
from
head
to
foot
,
all
struck
me
--
like
the
extraordinary
charm
of
my
small
charge
--
as
so
many
things
thrown
in
.
It
was
thrown
in
as
well
,
from
the
first
moment
,
that
I
should
get
on
with
Mrs.
Grose
in
a
relation
over
which
,
on
my
way
,
in
the
coach
,
I
fear
I
had
rather
brooded
.
The
only
thing
indeed
that
in
this
early
outlook
might
have
made
me
shrink
again
was
the
clear
circumstance
of
her
being
so
glad
to
see
me
.
I
perceived
within
half
an
hour
that
she
was
so
glad
--
stout
,
simple
,
plain
,
clean
,
wholesome
woman
--
as
to
be
positively
on
her
guard
against
showing
it
too
much
.
I
wondered
even
then
a
little
why
she
should
wish
not
to
show
it
,
and
that
,
with
reflection
,
with
suspicion
,
might
of
course
have
made
me
uneasy
.
But
it
was
a
comfort
that
there
could
be
no
uneasiness
in
a
connection
with
anything
so
beatific
as
the
radiant
image
of
my
little
girl
,
the
vision
of
whose
angelic
beauty
had
probably
more
than
anything
else
to
do
with
the
restlessness
that
,
before
morning
,
made
me
several
times
rise
and
wander
about
my
room
to
take
in
the
whole
picture
and
prospect
;
to
watch
,
from
my
open
window
,
the
faint
summer
dawn
,
to
look
at
such
portions
of
the
rest
of
the
house
as
I
could
catch
,
and
to
listen
,
while
,
in
the
fading
dusk
,
the
first
birds
began
to
twitter
,
for
the
possible
recurrence
of
a
sound
or
two
,
less
natural
and
not
without
,
but
within
,
that
I
had
fancied
I
heard
.
There
had
been
a
moment
when
I
believed
I
recognized
,
faint
and
far
,
the
cry
of
a
child
;
there
had
been
another
when
I
found
myself
just
consciously
starting
as
at
the
passage
,
before
my
door
,
of
a
light
footstep
.
But
these
fancies
were
not
marked
enough
not
to
be
thrown
off
,
and
it
is
only
in
the
light
,
or
the
gloom
,
I
should
rather
say
,
of
other
and
subsequent
matters
that
they
now
come
back
to
me
.
To
watch
,
teach
,
"
form
"
little
Flora
would
too
evidently
be
the
making
of
a
happy
and
useful
life
.
It
had
been
agreed
between
us
downstairs
that
after
this
first
occasion
I
should
have
her
as
a
matter
of
course
at
night
,
her
small
white
bed
being
already
arranged
,
to
that
end
,
in
my
room
.
What
I
had
undertaken
was
the
whole
care
of
her
,
and
she
had
remained
,
just
this
last
time
,
with
Mrs.
Grose
only
as
an
effect
of
our
consideration
for
my
inevitable
strangeness
and
her
natural
timidity
.
In
spite
of
this
timidity
--
which
the
child
herself
,
in
the
oddest
way
in
the
world
,
had
been
perfectly
frank
and
brave
about
,
allowing
it
,
without
a
sign
of
uncomfortable
consciousness
,
with
the
deep
,
sweet
serenity
indeed
of
one
of
Raphael
's
holy
infants
,
to
be
discussed
,
to
be
imputed
to
her
,
and
to
determine
us
--
I
feel
quite
sure
she
would
presently
like
me
.
It
was
part
of
what
I
already
liked
Mrs.
Grose
herself
for
,
the
pleasure
I
could
see
her
feel
in
my
admiration
and
wonder
as
I
sat
at
supper
with
four
tall
candles
and
with
my
pupil
,
in
a
high
chair
and
a
bib
,
brightly
facing
me
,
between
them
,
over
bread
and
milk
.
There
were
naturally
things
that
in
Flora
's
presence
could
pass
between
us
only
as
prodigious
and
gratified
looks
,
obscure
and
roundabout
allusions
.
