oneperson
in
the
world
to
whom
you
can
tell
all
your
thoughts
,
and
who
will
understand
them
,
and
be
interested
in
them
.
"
"
It
must
be
far
lovelier
to
know
that
you
have
the
power
to
tell
all
your
thoughts
to
the
whole
world
,
and
that
the
world
will
understand
them
and
be
interested
in
them
,
"
Elisabeth
persisted
.
"
I
do
n't
think
so
.
I
should
like
to
fall
in
love
with
a
man
who
was
so
much
better
than
I
,
that
I
could
lean
on
him
and
learn
from
him
in
everything
;
and
I
should
like
to
feel
that
whatever
goodness
or
cleverness
there
was
in
me
was
all
owing
to
him
,
and
that
I
was
nothing
by
myself
,
but
everything
with
him
.
"
"
I
should
n't
.
I
should
like
to
feel
that
I
was
so
good
and
clever
that
I
was
helping
the
man
to
be
better
and
cleverer
even
than
he
was
before
.
"
"
I
should
like
all
my
happiness
and
all
my
interest
to
centre
in
that
one
particular
man
,
"
said
Felicia
;
"
and
to
feel
that
he
was
a
fairy
prince
,
and
that
I
was
a
poor
beggar-maid
,
who
possessed
nothing
but
his
love
.
"
"
Oh
!
I
should
n't
.
I
would
rather
feel
that
I
was
a
young
princess
,
and
that
he
was
a
warrior
,
worn-out
and
wounded
in
the
battle
of
life
;
but
that
my
love
would
comfort
and
cheer
him
after
all
the
tiresome
wars
that
he
'd
gone
through
.
And
as
for
whether
he
'd
lost
or
won
in
the
wars
,
I
should
n't
care
a
rap
,
as
long
as
I
was
sure
that
he
could
n't
be
happy
without
me
.
"
"
You
and
I
never
think
alike
about
things
,
"
said
Felicia
sadly
.
"
You
old
darling
!
What
does
it
matter
,
as
long
as
we
agree
in
being
fond
of
each
other
?
"
At
eighteen
Elisabeth
said
farewell
to
Fox
How
with
many
tears
,
and
came
back
to
live
at
the
Willows
with
Miss
Farringdon
.
While
she
had
been
at
school
,
Christopher
had
been
first
in
Germany
and
then
in
America
,
learning
how
to
make
iron
,
so
that
they
had
never
met
during
Elisabeth
's
holidays
;
therefore
,
when
he
beheld
her
transformed
from
a
little
girl
into
a
full-blown
young
lady
,
he
straightway
fell
in
love
with
her
.
He
was
,
however
,
sensible
enough
not
to
mention
the
circumstance
,
even
to
Elisabeth
herself
,
as
he
realized
,
as
well
as
anybody
,
that
the
nephew
of
Richard
Smallwood
would
not
be
considered
a
fitting
mate
for
a
daughter
of
the
house
of
Farringdon
;
but
the
fact
that
he
did
not
mention
the
circumstance
in
no
way
prevented
him
from
dwelling
upon
it
in
his
own
mind
,
and
deriving
much
pleasurable
pain
and
much
painful
pleasure
therefrom
.
In
short
,
he
dwelt
upon
it
so
exclusively
and
so
persistently
that
it
went
near
to
breaking
his
heart
;
but
that
was
not
until
his
heart
was
older
,
and
therefore
more
capable
of
being
broken
past
mending
again
.
Miss
Farringdon
and
the
people
of
Sedgehill
were
alike
delighted
to
have
Elisabeth
among
them
once
more
;
she
was
a
girl
with
a
strong
personality
;
and
people
with
strong
personalities
have
a
knack
of
making
themselves
missed
when
they
go
away
.
"
It
's
nice
,
and
so
it
is
,
to
have
Miss
Elisabeth
back
again
,
"
remarked
Mrs.
Bateson
to
Mrs.
Hankey
;
"
and
it
makes
it
so
much
cheerfuller
for
Miss
Farringdon
,
too
.
"
"
Maybe
it
'll
only
make
it
the
harder
for
Miss
Farringdon
when
the
time
comes
for
Miss
Elisabeth
to
be
removed
by
death
or
by
marriage
;
and
which
'll
be
the
best
for
her
—
poor
young
lady
!
—
the
Lord
must
decide
,
for
I
'm
sure
I
could
n't
pass
an
opinion
,
only
having
tried
one
,
and
that
nothing
to
boast
of
.
"
"
I
wonder
if
Miss
Farringdon
will
leave
her
her
fortune
,
"
said
Mrs.
Bateson
,
who
,
in
common
with
the
rest
of
her
class
,
was
consumed
with
an
absorbing
curiosity
as
to
all
testamentary
dispositions
.
"
She
may
,
and
she
may
not
;
there
's
no
prophesying
about
wills
.
I
'm
pleased
to
say
I
can
generally
foretell
when
folks
is
going
to
die
,
having
done
a
good
bit
of
sick-nursing
in
my
time
afore
I
married
Hankey
;
but
as
to
foretelling
how
they
're
going
to
leave
their
money
,
I
can
no
more
do
it
than
the
babe
unborn
;
nor
nobody
can
,
as
ever
I
heard
tell
on
.
"
"
That
's
so
,
Mrs.
Hankey
.
Wills
seem
to
me
to
have
been
invented
by
the
devil
for
the
special
upsetting
of
the
corpse
's
memory
.
Why
,
some
of
the
peaceablest
folks
as
I
've
ever
known
—
folks
as
would
n't
have
scared
a
lady-cow
in
their
lifetime
—
have
left
wills
as
have
sent
all
their
relations
to
the
right-about
,
ready
to
bite
one
another
's
noses
off
.
Bateson
often
says
to
me
,
'
Kezia
,
'
he
says
,
'
call
no
man
honest
till
his
will
's
read
.
'
And
I
'll
be
bound
he
's
in
the
right
.
Still
,
it
would
be
hard
to
see
Miss
Elisabeth
begging
her
bread
after
the
way
she
's
been
brought
up
,
and
Miss
Farringdon
would
never
have
the
conscience
to
let
her
do
it
.
"
"
Folks
leave
their
consciences
behind
with
their
bodies
,
"
said
Mrs.
Hankey
;
"
and
I
've
lived
long
enough
to
be
surprised
at
nothing
where
wills
are
concerned
.
"
"
That
is
quite
true
,
"
replied
Mrs.
Bateson
.
"
Now
take
Miss
Anne
,
for
instance
:
she
seemed
so
set
on
Miss
Elisabeth
that
you
'd
have
thought
she
'd
have
left
her
a
trifle
;
but
not
she
!
All
she
had
went
to
her
sister
,
Miss
Maria
,
who
'd
got
quite
enough
already
.
Miss
Anne
was
as
sweet
and
gentle
a
lady
as
you
'd
wish
to
see
;
but
her
will
was
as
hard
as
the
nether
millstone
.
"
"
There
's
nothing
like
a
death
for
showing
up
what
a
family
is
made
of
.
"
"
There
is
n't
.
Now
Mr.
William
Farringdon
's
will
was
a
very
cruel
one
,
according
to
my
ideas
,
leaving
everything
to
his
niece
and
nothing
to
his
son
.
True
,
Mr.
George
was
but
a
barber
's
block
with
no
work
in
him
,
and
I
'm
the
last
to
defend
that
;
and
then
he
did
n't
want
to
marry
his
cousin
,
Miss
Maria
,
for
which
I
should
n't
blame
him
so
much
;
if
a
man
ca
n't
choose
his
own
wife
and
his
own
newspaper
,
what
can
he
choose
?
—
certainly
not
his
own
victuals
,
for
he
is
n't
fit
.
But
if
folks
only
leave
their
money
to
them
that
have
followed
their
advice
in
everything
,
most
wills
would
be
nothing
but
a
blank
sheet
of
paper
.
"
"
And
if
they
were
,
it
would
n't
be
a
bad
thing
,
Mrs.
Bateson
;
there
would
be
less
sorrow
on
some
sides
,
and
less
crape
on
others
,
and
far
less
unpleasantness
all
round
.
For
my
part
,
I
doubt
if
Miss
Farringdon
will
leave
her
fortune
to
Miss
Elisabeth
,
and
her
only
a
cousin
's
child
;
for
when
all
is
said
and
done
,
cousins
are
but
elastic
relations
,
as
you
may
say
.
The
well-to-do
ones
are
like
sisters
and
brothers
,
and
the
poor
ones
do
n't
seem
to
be
no
connection
at
all
.
"
"
Well
,
let
's
hope
that
Miss
Elisabeth
will
marry
,
and
have
a
husband
to
work
for
her
when
Miss
Farringdon
is
dead
and
gone
.
"
"
Husbands
are
as
uncertain
as
wills
,
Mrs.
Bateson
,
and
more
sure
to
give
offence
to
them
that
trust
in
them
;
besides
,
I
doubt
if
Miss
Elisabeth
is
handsome
enough
to
get
a
husband
.
The
gentry
think
a
powerful
lot
of
looks
in
choosing
a
wife
.
"
Mrs.
Bateson
took
up
the
cudgels
on
Elisabeth
's
behalf
.
"
She
may
n't
be
exactly
handsome
—
I
do
n't
pretend
as
she
is
;
but
she
has
a
wonderful
way
of
dressing
herself
,
and
looking
for
all
the
world
like
a
fashion-plate
;
and
some
men
have
a
keen
eye
for
clothes
.
"
"
I
think
nothing
of
fine
clothes
myself
.
Saint
Peter
warns
us
against
braiding
of
hair
and
putting
on
of
apparel
;
and
when
all
's
said
and
done
it
do
n't
go
as
far
as
a
good
complexion
,
and
we
do
n't
need
any
apostle
to
tell
us
that
—
we
can
see
it
for
ourselves
.
"
"
And
as
for
cleverness
,
there
ai
n't
her
like
in
all
Mershire
,
"
continued
Mrs.
Bateson
.
"
Bless
you
!
cleverness
never
yet
helped
a
woman
in
getting
a
husband
,
and
never
will
;
though
if
she
's
got
enough
of
it
,
it
may
keep
her
from
ever
having
one
.
I
do
n't
hold
with
cleverness
in
a
woman
myself
;
it
has
always
ended
in
mischief
,
from
the
time
when
the
woman
ate
a
bit
of
the
Tree
of
Knowledge
,
and
there
was
such
a
to-do
about
it
.
"
"
I
wish
she
'd
marry
Mr.
Christopher
;
he
worships
the
very
ground
she
walks
on
,
and
she
could
n't
find
a
better
man
if
she
swept
out
all
the
corners
of
the
earth
looking
for
one
.
"
"
Well
,
at
any
rate
,
she
knows
all
about
him
;
that
is
something
.
I
always
say
that
men
are
the
same
as
kittens
—
you
should
take
'
em
straight
from
their
mothers
,
or
else
not
take
'
em
at
all
;
for
,
if
you
do
n't
,
you
never
know
what
bad
habits
they
may
have
formed
or
what
queer
tricks
they
will
be
up
to
.
"
"
Maybe
the
manager
's
nephew
ai
n't
altogether
the
sort
of
husband
you
'd
expect
for
a
Farringdon
,
"
said
Mrs.
Bateson
thoughtfully
;
"
I
do
n't
deny
that
.
But
he
's
wonderful
fond
of
her
,
Mr.
Christopher
is
;
and
there
's
nothing
like
love
for
smoothing
things
over
when
the
oven
ai
n't
properly
heated
,
and
the
meat
is
done
to
a
cinder
on
one
side
and
all
raw
on
the
other
.
You
find
that
out
when
you
're
married
.
"
"
You
find
a
good
many
things
out
when
you
're
married
,
Mrs.
Bateson
,
and
one
is
that
this
world
is
a
wilderness
of
care
.
But
as
for
love
,
I
do
n't
rightly
know
much
about
it
,
since
Hankey
would
always
rather
have
had
my
sister
Sarah
than
me
,
and
only
put
up
with
me
when
she
gave
him
the
pass-by
,
being
set
on
marrying
one
of
the
family
.
I
'm
sure
,
for
my
part
,
I
wish
Sarah
had
had
him
;
though
I
've
no
call
to
say
so
,
her
always
having
been
a
good
sister
to
me
.
"
"
Well
,
love
's
a
fine
thing
;
take
my
word
for
it
.
It
keeps
the
men
from
grumbling
when
nothing
else
will
;
except
,
of
course
,
the
grace
of
God
,
"
added
Mrs.
Bateson
piously
,
"
though
even
that
do
n't
always
seem
to
have
much
effect
,
when
things
go
wrong
with
their
dinners
.
"
"
That
's
because
they
have
n't
enough
of
it
;
they
have
n't
much
grace
in
their
hearts
,
as
a
rule
,
have
n't
men
,
even
the
best
of
them
;
and
the
best
of
them
do
n't
often
come
my
way
.
But
as
for
Miss
Elisabeth
,
she
is
n't
a
regular
Farringdon
,
as
you
may
say
—
not
the
real
daughter
of
the
works
;
and
so
she
should
n't
take
too
much
upon
herself
,
expecting
dukes
and
ironmasters
and
the
like
to
come
begging
to
her
on
their
bended
knees
.
She
is
only
Miss
Farringdon
's
adopted
daughter
,
at
best
;
and
I
do
n't
hold
with
adopted
children
,
I
do
n't
;
I
think
it
is
better
and
more
natural
to
be
born
of
your
own
parents
,
like
most
folk
are
.
"
"
So
do
I
,
"
agreed
Mrs.
Bateson
;
"
I
'd
never
have
adopted
a
child
myself
.
I
should
always
have
been
expecting
to
see
its
parents
'
faults
coming
out
in
it
—
so
different
from
the
peace
you
have
with
your
own
flesh
and
blood
.
"
Mrs.
Hankey
groaned
.
"
Your
own
flesh
and
blood
may
take
after
their
father
;
you
never
can
tell
.
"
"
So
they
may
,
Mrs.
Hankey
—
so
they
may
;
but
,
as
the
Scripture
says
,
it
is
our
duty
to
whip
the
old
man
out
of
them
.
"
"
Just
so
.
And
that
's
another
thing
against
adopted
children
—
you
'd
hesitate
about
punishing
them
enough
;
I
do
n't
fancy
as
you
'd
ever
feel
the
same
pleasure
in
whipping
'
em
as
you
do
in
whipping
your
own
.
You
'd
feel
you
ought
to
be
polite-like
,
as
if
they
was
sort
of
visitors
.
"
"
My
children
always
took
after
my
side
of
the
house
,
I
'm
thankful
to
say
,
"
said
Mrs.
Bateson
;
"
so
I
had
n't
much
trouble
with
them
.
"
"
I
wish
I
could
say
as
much
;
I
do
,
indeed
.
But
the
Lord
saw
fit
to
try
me
by
making
my
son
Peter
the
very
moral
of
his
father
;
as
like
as
two
peas
they
are
.
And
when
you
find
one
poor
woman
with
such
a
double
portion
,
you
are
tempted
to
doubt
the
workings
of
Providence
.
"
Mrs.
Bateson
looked
sympathetic
.
"
That
's
bad
for
you
,
Mrs.
Hankey
!
"
"
It
is
so
;
but
I
take
up
my
cross
and
do
n't
complain
.
You
know
what
a
feeble
creature
Hankey
is
—
never
doing
the
right
thing
;
and
,
when
he
does
,
doing
it
at
the
wrong
time
;
well
,
Peter
is
just
such
another
.
Only
the
other
day
he
was
travelling
by
rail
,
and
what
must
he
do
but
get
an
attack
of
the
toothache
?
Those
helpless
sort
of
folks
are
always
having
the
toothache
,
if
you
notice
.
"
"
So
they
are
.
"
"
Peter
's
toothache
was
so
bad
that
he
must
needs
take
a
dose
of
some
sleeping-stuff
or
other
—
I
forget
the
name
—
and
fell
so
sound
asleep
that
he
never
woke
at
the
station
,
but
was
put
away
with
the
carriage
into
a
siding
.
Fast
asleep
he
was
,
with
his
handkerchief
over
his
face
to
keep
the
sun
off
,
and
never
heard
the
train
shunted
,
nor
nothing
.
"
"
Well
,
to
be
sure
!
Them
sleeping-draughts
are
wonderful
soothing
,
as
I
've
heard
tell
,
but
I
never
took
one
on
'
em
.
The
Lord
giveth
His
beloved
sleep
,
and
His
givings
are
enough
for
them
as
are
in
health
;
but
them
as
are
in
pain
want
something
a
bit
stronger
,
doubtless
.
"
"
So
it
appears
,
"
agreed
Mrs.
Hankey
.
"
Well
,
there
lay
Peter
fast
asleep
in
the
siding
,
with
his
handkerchief
over
his
face
.
And
one
of
the
porters
happens
to
come
by
,
and
sees
him
,
and
jumps
to
the
conclusion
that
there
's
been
a
murder
in
the
train
,
and
that
our
Peter
is
the
corpse
.
So
off
he
goes
to
the
station-master
and
tells
him
as
there
's
a
murdered
body
in
one
of
the
carriages
in
the
siding
;
and
the
station-master
's
as
put
out
as
never
was
.
"
Mrs.
Bateson
's
eyes
and
mouth
opened
wide
in
amazement
and
interest
.
"
What
a
tale
,
to
be
sure
!
"
"
And
then
,
"
added
Peter
's
mother
,
growing
more
dramatic
as
the
story
proceeded
,
"
the
station-master
sends
for
the
police
,
and
the
police
sends
for
the
crowner
,
so
as
everything
shall
be
decent
and
in
order
;
and
they
walks
in
a
solemn
procession
—
with
two
porters
carrying
a
shutter
—
to
the
carriage
where
Peter
lies
,
all
as
grand
and
nice
as
if
it
was
a
funeral
.
"
"
I
never
heard
tell
of
such
a
thing
in
my
life
—
never
!
"
"
Then
the
station-master
opens
the
door
with
one
of
them
state
keys
which
always
take
such
a
long
time
to
open
a
door
which
you
could
open
with
your
own
hands
in
a
trice
—
you
know
'
em
by
sight
.
"
Mrs.
Bateson
nodded
.
Of
course
she
knew
them
by
sight
;
who
does
not
?
"
And
then
the
crowner
steps
forward
to
take
the
handkerchief
off
the
face
of
the
body
,
it
being
the
perquisite
of
a
crowner
so
to
do
,
"
Mrs.
Hankey
continued
,
with
the
maternal
regret
of
a
mother
whose
son
has
been
within
an
inch
of
fame
,
and
missed
it
;
"
and
just
picture
to
yourself
the
vexation
of
them
all
,
when
it
was
no
murdered
corpse
they
found
,
but
only
our
Peter
with
an
attack
of
the
toothache
!
"
"
Well
,
I
never
!
They
must
have
been
put
about
;
as
you
would
have
been
yourself
,
Mrs.
Hankey
,
if
you
'd
found
so
little
after
expecting
so
much
.
"
"
In
course
I
should
;
it
was
n't
in
flesh
and
blood
not
to
be
,
and
station-master
and
crowner
are
but
mortal
,
like
the
rest
of
us
.
I
assure
you
,
when
I
first
heard
the
story
,
I
pitied
them
from
the
bottom
of
my
heart
.
"
"
And
what
became
of
Peter
in
the
midst
of
it
all
,
Mrs.
Hankey
?
"
"
Oh
!
it
woke
him
up
with
a
vengeance
;
and
,
of
course
,
it
flustered
him
a
good
deal
,
when
he
rightly
saw
how
matters
stood
,
to
have
to
make
his
excuses
to
all
them
grand
gentlemen
for
not
being
a
murdered
corpse
.
But
as
I
says
to
him
afterward
,
he
'd
no
one
but
himself
to
blame
;
first
for
being
so
troublesome
as
to
have
the
toothache
,
and
then
for
being
so
presumptuous
as
to
try
and
cure
it
.
And
his
father
is
just
the
same
;
if
you
take
your
eye
off
him
for
a
minute
he
is
bound
to
be
in
some
mischief
or
another
.
"
"
There
's
no
denying
that
husbands
is
troublesome
,
Mrs.
Hankey
,
and
sons
is
worse
;
but
all
the
same
I
stand
up
for
'
em
both
,
and
I
wish
Miss
Elisabeth
had
got
one
of
the
one
and
half
a
dozen
of
the
other
.
Mark
my
words
,
she
'll
never
do
better
,
taking
him
all
round
,
than
Master
Christopher
.
"
Mrs.
Hankey
sighed
.
"
I
only
hope
she
'll
find
it
out
before
it
is
too
late
,
and
he
is
either
laid
in
an
early
grave
or
else
married
to
a
handsomer
woman
,
as
the
case
may
be
,
and
both
ways
out
of
her
reach
.
But
I
doubt
it
.
She
was
a
dark
baby
,
if
you
remember
,
was
Miss
Elisabeth
;
and
I
never
trust
them
as
has
been
dark
babies
,
and
never
shall
.
"
"
And
how
is
Peter
's
toothache
now
?
"
inquired
Mrs.
Bateson
,
who
was
a
more
tender-hearted
matron
than
Peter
's
mother
.
"
Oh
!
it
's
no
better
;
and
I
know
no
one
more
aggravating
than
folks
who
keep
sayin
'
they
are
no
better
when
you
ask
'
em
how
they
are
.
It
always
seems
so
ungrateful
.
Only
this
morning
I
asked
our
Peter
how
his
tooth
was
,
and
he
says
,
'
No
better
,
mother
;
it
was
so
bad
in
the
night
that
I
fairly
wished
I
was
dead
.
'
'
Do
n't
go
wishing
that
,
'
says
I
;
'
for
if
you
was
dead
you
'd
have
far
worse
pain
,
and
it
'
ud
last
for
ever
and
ever
.
'
I
really
spoke
quite
sharp
to
him
,
I
was
that
sick
of
his
grumbling
;
but
it
did
n't
seem
to
do
him
no
good
.
"
"
Speaking
sharp
seldom
does
do
much
good
,
"
Mrs.
Bateson
remarked
sapiently
,
"
except
to
them
as
speaks
.
"
THE
MOAT
HOUSE
You
thought
you
knew
me
in
and
out
And
yet
you
never
knew
That
all
I
ever
thought
about
Was
you
.
Sedgehill
High
Street
is
nothing
but
a
part
of
the
great
high
road
which
leads
from
Silverhampton
to
Studley
and
Slipton
and
the
other
towns
of
the
Black
Country
;
but
it
calls
itself
Sedgehill
High
Street
as
it
passes
through
the
place
,
and
so
identifies
itself
with
its
environment
,
after
the
manner
of
caterpillars
and
polar
bears
and
other
similarly
wise
and
adaptable
beings
.
At
the
point
where
this
road
adopts
the
pseudonym
of
the
High
Street
,
close
by
Sedgehill
Church
,
a
lane
branches
off
from
it
at
right
angles
,
and
runs
down
a
steep
slope
until
it
comes
to
a
place
where
it
evidently
experiences
a
difference
of
opinion
as
to
which
is
the
better
course
to
pursue
—
an
experience
not
confined
to
lanes
.
But
in
this
respect
lanes
are
happier
than
men
and
women
,
in
that
they
are
able
to
pursue
both
courses
,
and
so
learn
for
themselves
which
is
the
wiser
one
,
as
is
the
case
with
this
particular
lane
.
One
course
leads
headlong
down
another
steep
hill
—
so
steep
that
unwary
travellers
usually
descend
from
their
carriages
to
walk
up
or
down
it
,
and
thus
are
enabled
to
ensure
relief
to
their
horses
and
a
chill
to
themselves
at
the
same
time
;
for
it
is
hot
work
walking
up
or
down
that
sunny
precipice
,
and
the
cold
winds
of
Mershire
await
one
with
equal
gusto
at
the
top
and
at
the
bottom
.
At
the
foot
of
the
hill
stretches
a
breezy
common
,
wide
enough
to
make
one
think
"
long
,
long
thoughts
"
;
and
if
the
traveller
looks
backward
when
he
has
crossed
this
common
,
he
will
see
Sedgehill
Church
,
crowning
and
commanding
the
vast
expanse
,
and
pointing
heavenward
with
its
slender
spire
to
remind
him
,
and
all
other
wayfaring
men
,
that
the
beauty
and
glory
of
this
present
world
is
only
an
earnest
and
a
foretaste
of
something
infinitely
fairer
.
The
second
course
of
the
irresolute
lane
is
less
adventurous
,
and
wanders
peacefully
through
Badgering
Woods
,
a
dark
and
delightful
spot
,
once
mysterious
enough
to
be
a
fitting
hiding-place
for
the
age-long
slumbers
of
some
sleeping
princess
.
As
a
matter
of
fact
,
so
it
was
;
the
princess
was
black
but
comely
,
and
her
name
was
Coal
.
There
she
had
slept
for
a
century
of
centuries
,
until
Prince
Iron
needed
and
sought
and
found
her
,
and
awakened
her
with
the
noise
of
his
kisses
.
So
now
the
wood
is
not
asleep
any
more
,
but
is
filled
with
the
tramping
of
the
prince
's
men
.
The
old
people
wring
their
hands
and
mourn
that
the
former
things
are
passing
away
,
and
that
Mershire
's
youthful
beauty
will
soon
be
forgotten
;
but
the
young
people
laugh
and
are
glad
,
because
they
know
that
life
is
greater
than
beauty
,
and
that
it
is
by
her
black
coalfields
,
and
not
by
her
green
woodlands
,
that
Mershire
will
save
her
people
from
poverty
,
and
will
satisfy
her
poor
with
bread
.
When
Elisabeth
Farringdon
was
a
girl
,
the
princess
was
still
asleep
in
the
heart
of
the
wood
,
and
no
prince
had
yet
attempted
to
disturb
her
;
and
the
lane
passed
through
a
forest
of
silence
until
it
came
to
a
dear
little
brown
stream
,
which
,
by
means
of
a
dam
,
was
turned
into
a
moat
,
encircling
one
of
the
most
ancient
houses
in
England
.
The
Moat
House
had
been
vacant
for
some
time
,
as
the
owner
was
a
delicate
man
who
preferred
to
live
abroad
;
and
great
was
the
interest
at
Sedgehill
when
,
a
year
or
two
after
Elisabeth
left
school
,
it
was
reported
that
a
stranger
,
Alan
Tremaine
by
name
,
had
taken
the
Moat
House
for
the
sake
of
the
hunting
,
which
was
very
good
in
that
part
of
Mershire
.
So
Alan
settled
there
,
and
became
one
of
the
items
which
went
to
the
making
of
Elisabeth
's
world
.
He
was
a
small
,
slight
man
,
interesting-looking
rather
than
regularly
handsome
,
of
about
five-and-twenty
,
who
had
devoted
himself
to
the
cultivation
of
his
intellect
and
the
suppression
of
his
soul
.
Because
his
mother
had
been
a
religious
woman
,
he
reasoned
that
faith
was
merely
an
amiable
feminine
weakness
,
and
because
he
himself
was
clever
enough
to
make
passable
Latin
verses
,
he
argued
that
no
Supernatural
Being
could
have
been
clever
enough
to
make
him
.
"
Have
you
seen
the
new
man
who
has
come
to
the
Moat
House
?
"
asked
Elisabeth
of
Christopher
.
The
latter
had
now
settled
down
permanently
at
the
Osierfield
,
and
was
qualifying
himself
to
take
his
uncle
's
place
as
general
manager
of
the
works
,
when
that
uncle
should
retire
from
the
post
.
He
was
also
qualifying
himself
to
be
Elisabeth
's
friend
instead
of
her
lover
—
a
far
more
difficult
task
.
"
Yes
;
I
have
seen
him
.
"
"
What
is
he
like
?
I
am
dying
to
know
.
"
"
When
I
saw
him
he
was
exactly
like
a
man
riding
on
horseback
;
but
as
he
was
obviously
too
well-dressed
to
be
a
beggar
,
I
have
no
reason
to
believe
that
the
direction
in
which
he
was
riding
was
the
one
which
beggars
on
horseback
are
proverbially
expected
to
take
.
"
"
How
silly
you
are
!
You
know
what
I
mean
.
"
"
Perfectly
.
You
mean
that
if
you
had
seen
a
man
riding
by
,
at
the
rate
of
twelve
miles
an
hour
,
it
would
at
once
have
formed
an
opinion
as
to
all
the
workings
of
his
mind
and
the
meditations
of
his
heart
.
But
my
impressions
are
of
slower
growth
,
and
I
am
even
dull
enough
to
require
some
foundation
for
them
.
"
Christopher
loved
to
tease
Elisabeth
.
"
I
am
awfully
quick
in
reading
character
,
"
remarked
that
young
lady
,
with
some
pride
.
"
You
are
.
I
never
know
which
impresses
me
more
—
the
rapidity
with
which
you
form
opinions
,
or
their
inaccuracy
when
formed
.
"
"
I
'm
not
as
stupid
as
you
think
.
"
"
Pardon
me
,
I
do
n't
think
you
are
at
all
stupid
;
but
I
am
always
hoping
that
the
experience
of
life
will
make
you
a
little
stupider
.
"
"
Do
n't
be
a
goose
,
but
tell
me
all
you
know
about
Mr.
Tremaine
.
"
"
I
do
n't
know
much
about
him
,
except
that
he
is
well-off
,
that
he
apparently
rides
about
ten
stone
,
and
that
he
is
not
what
people
call
orthodox
.
By
the
way
.
I
did
n't
discover
his
unorthodoxy
by
seeing
him
ride
by
,
as
you
would
have
done
;
I
was
told
about
it
by
some
people
who
know
him
.
"
"
How
very
interesting
!
"
cried
Elisabeth
enthusiastically
.
"
I
wonder
how
unorthodox
he
is
.
Do
you
think
he
does
n't
believe
in
anything
?
"
"
In
himself
,
I
fancy
.
Even
the
baldest
creed
is
usually
self-embracing
.
But
I
believe
he
indulges
in
the
not
unfashionable
luxury
of
doubts
.
You
might
attend
to
them
,
Elisabeth
;
you
are
the
sort
of
girl
who
would
enjoy
attending
to
doubts
.
"
"
I
suppose
I
really
am
too
fond
of
arguing
.
"
"
There
you
misjudge
yourself
.
You
are
instructive
rather
than
argumentative
.
Saying
the
same
thing
over
and
over
again
in
different
language
is
not
arguing
,
you
know
;
I
should
rather
call
it
preaching
,
if
I
were
not
afraid
of
hurting
your
feelings
.
"
"
You
are
a
very
rude
boy
!
But
,
anyway
,
I
have
taught
you
a
lot
of
things
;
you
ca
n't
deny
that
.
"
"
I
do
n't
wish
to
deny
it
;
I
am
your
eternal
debtor
.
To
tell
the
truth
,
I
believe
you
have
taught
me
everything
I
know
,
that
is
worth
knowing
,
except
the
things
that
you
have
tried
to
teach
me
.
There
,
I
must
confess
,
you
have
signally
failed
.
"
"
What
have
I
tried
to
teach
you
?
"
"
Heaps
of
things
:
that
pleasure
is
more
important
than
duty
;
that
we
are
sent
into
the
world
to
enjoy
ourselves
;
that
the
worship
of
art
is
the
only
soul-satisfying
form
of
faith
;
that
conscience
is
an
exhausted
force
;
that
feelings
and
emotions
ought
to
be
labelled
and
scheduled
;
that
lobster
is
digestible
;
that
Miss
Herbert
is
the
most
attractive
woman
in
the
world
;
etcetera
,
etcetera
.
"
"
And
what
have
I
taught
you
without
trying
?
"
"
Ah
!
that
is
a
large
order
;
and
it
is
remarkable
that
the
things
you
have
taught
me
are
just
the
things
that
you
have
never
learned
yourself
.
"
"
Then
I
could
n't
have
taught
them
.
"
"
But
you
did
;
that
is
where
your
genius
comes
in
.
"
"
I
really
am
tremendously
quick
in
judging
character
,
"
repeated
Elisabeth
thoughtfully
;
"
if
I
met
you
for
the
first
time
I
should
know
in
five
minutes
that
you
were
a
man
with
plenty
of
head
,
and
heaps
of
soul
,
and
very
little
heart
.
"
"
That
would
show
wonderful
penetration
on
your
part
.
"
"
You
may
laugh
,
but
I
should
.
Of
course
,
as
it
is
,
it
is
not
particularly
clever
of
me
to
understand
you
thoroughly
;
I
have
known
you
so
long
.
"
"
Exactly
;
it
would
only
be
distinctly
careless
of
you
if
you
did
not
.
"
"
Of
course
it
would
;
but
I
do
.
I
could
draw
a
map
of
your
mind
with
my
eyes
shut
,
I
know
it
so
well
.
"
"
I
wish
you
would
.
I
should
value
it
even
if
it
were
drawn
with
your
eyes
open
,
though
possibly
in
that
case
it
might
be
less
correct
.
"
"
I
will
,
if
you
will
give
me
a
pencil
and
a
sheet
of
paper
.
"
Christopher
produced
a
pencil
,
and
tore
a
half-sheet
off
a
note
that
he
had
in
his
pocket
.
The
two
were
walking
through
the
wood
at
the
Willows
at
that
moment
,
and
Elisabeth
straightway
sat
down
upon
a
felled
tree
that
happened
to
be
lying
there
,
and
began
to
draw
.
The
young
man
watched
her
with
amusement
.
"
An
extensive
outline
,
"
he
remarked
;
"
this
is
gratifying
.
"
"
Oh
yes
!
you
have
plenty
of
mind
,
such
as
it
is
;
nobody
could
deny
that
.
"
"
But
why
is
the
coast-line
all
irregular
,
with
such
a
lot
of
bays
and
capes
and
headlands
?
"
"
To
show
that
you
are
an
undecided
person
,
and
given
to
split
hairs
,
and
do
n't
always
know
your
own
opinion
.
First
you
think
you
'll
do
a
thing
because
it
is
nice
;
and
then
you
think
you
wo
n't
do
it
because
it
is
wrong
;
and
in
the
end
you
drop
between
two
stools
,
like
Mahomet
's
coffin
.
"
"
I
see
.
And
please
what
are
the
mountain-ranges
that
you
are
drawing
now
?
"
"
These
,
"
replied
Elisabeth
,
covering
her
map
with
herring-bones
,
"
are
your
scruples
.
Like
all
other
mountain-ranges
they
hinder
commerce
,
make
pleasure
difficult
,
and
render
life
generally
rather
uphill
work
.
"
"
Do
n't
I
sound
exactly
as
if
I
was
taking
a
geography
class
?
"
"
Or
conducting
an
Inquisition
,
"
added
Christopher
.
"
I
thought
an
Inquisition
was
a
Spanish
thing
that
hurt
.
"
"
So
certain
ignorant
people
say
;
but
it
was
originally
invented
,
I
believe
,
to
eradicate
error
and
to
maintain
truth
.
"
"
I
am
going
on
with
my
geography
class
,
so
do
n't
interrupt
.
The
rivers
in
this
map
,
which
are
marked
by
a
few
faint
lines
,
are
narrow
and
shallow
;
they
are
only
found
near
the
coast
,
and
never
cross
the
interior
of
the
country
at
all
.
These
represent
your
feelings
.
"
"
Very
ingenious
of
you
!
And
what
is
that
enormous
blotch
right
in
the
middle
of
the
country
,
which
looks
like
London
and
its
environs
?
"
"
That
is
your
conscience
;
its
outlying
suburbs
cover
nearly
the
whole
country
,
you
will
perceive
.
You
will
also
notice
that
there
are
no
seaports
on
the
coast
of
my
map
;
that
shows
that
you
are
self-contained
,
and
that
you
neither
send
exports
to
,
nor
receive
imports
from
,
the
hearts
and
minds
of
other
people
.
"
"
What
ever
are
those
queer
little
castellated
things
round
the
coast
that
you
are
drawing
now
?
"
"
Those
are
floating
icebergs
,
to
show
that
it
is
a
cold
country
.
There
,
my
map
is
finished
,
"
concluded
Elisabeth
,
half
closing
her
eyes
and
contemplating
her
handiwork
through
her
eyelashes
;
"
and
I
consider
it
a
most
successful
sketch
.
"
"
It
is
certainly
clever
.
"
"
And
true
,
too
.
"
Christopher
's
eyes
twinkled
.
"
Give
it
me
,
"
he
said
,
stretching
out
his
hand
;
"
but
sign
it
with
your
name
first
.
Not
there
,
"
he
added
hastily
,
as
Elisabeth
began
writing
a
capital
E
in
one
corner
;
"
right
across
the
middle
.
"
Elisabeth
looked
up
in
surprise
.
"
Right
across
the
map
itself
,
do
you
mean
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
But
it
is
such
a
long
name
that
it
will
cover
the
whole
country
.
"
"
I
know
that
.
"
"
It
will
spoil
it
.
"
"
I
should
n't
be
surprised
;
nevertheless
,
I
always
am
in
favour
of
realism
.
"
"
I
do
n't
know
where
the
realism
comes
in
;
but
I
am
such
an
obliging
person
that
I
will
do
what
you
want
,
"
said
Elisabeth
,
writing
her
name
right
across
the
half-sheet
of
paper
,
in
her
usual
dashing
style
.
"
Thank
you
,
"
said
Christopher
,
taking
the
paper
from
her
;
and
he
smiled
to
himself
as
he
saw
that
the
name
"
Elisabeth
Farringdon
"
covered
the
whole
of
the
imaginary
continent
from
east
to
west
.
Elisabeth
naturally
did
not
know
that
this
was
the
only
true
image
in
her
allegory
;
she
was
as
yet
far
too
clever
to
perceive
obvious
things
.
As
Chris
said
,
it
was
not
when
her
eyes
were
open
that
she
was
most
correct
.
"
I
have
seen
Mr.
Tremaine
,
"
said
Elisabeth
to
him
,
a
day
or
two
after
this
.
"
Cousin
Maria
left
her
card
upon
him
,
and
he
returned
her
call
yesterday
and
found
us
at
home
.
I
think
he
is
perfectly
delightful
.
"
"
You
do
,
do
you
?
I
knew
you
would
.
"
"
Why
?
"
"
Because
,
like
the
Athenians
,
you
live
to
see
or
to
hear
some
new
thing
.
"
"
It
was
n't
his
newness
that
made
me
like
him
;
I
liked
him
because
he
was
so
interesting
.
I
do
adore
interesting
people
!
I
had
n't
known
him
five
minutes
before
he
began
to
talk
about
really
deep
things
;
and
then
I
felt
I
had
known
him
for
ages
,
he
was
so
very
understanding
.
"
"
Indeed
,
"
Christopher
said
drily
.
"
By
the
time
we
had
finished
tea
he
understood
me
better
than
you
do
after
all
these
years
.
I
wonder
if
I
shall
get
to
like
him
better
than
I
like
you
?
"
"
I
wonder
,
too
.
"
And
he
really
did
,
with
an
amount
of
curiosity
that
was
positively
painful
.
"
Of
course
,
"
remarked
Elisabeth
thoughtfully
,
"
I
shall
always
like
you
,
because
we
have
been
friends
so
long
,
and
you
are
overgrown
with
the
lichen
of
old
memories
and
associations
.
But
you
are
not
very
interesting
in
the
abstract
,
you
see
;
you
are
nice
and
good
,
but
you
have
not
heart
enough
to
be
really
thrilling
.
"
"
Still
,
even
if
I
had
a
heart
,
it
is
possible
I
might
not
always
wear
it
on
my
sleeve
for
Miss
Elisabeth
Farringdon
to
peck
at
.
"
"
Oh
yes
,
you
would
;
you
could
n't
help
it
.
If
you
tried
to
hide
it
I
should
see
through
your
disguises
.
I
have
X
rays
in
my
eyes
.
"
"
Have
you
?
They
must
be
a
great
convenience
.
"
"
Well
,
at
any
rate
,
they
keep
me
from
making
mistakes
,
"
Elisabeth
confessed
.
"
That
is
fortunate
for
you
.
It
is
a
mistake
to
make
mistakes
.
"
"
I
remember
our
Dear
Lady
at
Fox
How
once
saying
,
"
continued
the
girl
,
"
that
nothing
is
so
good
for
keeping
women
from
making
mistakes
as
a
sense
of
humour
.
"
"
I
wonder
if
she
was
right
?
"
"
She
was
always
right
;
and
in
that
as
in
everything
else
.
Have
you
never
noticed
that
it
is
not
the
women
with
a
sense
of
humour
who
make
fools
of
themselves
?
They
know
better
than
to
call
a
thing
romantic
which
is
really
ridiculous
.
"
"
Possibly
;
but
they
are
sometimes
in
danger
of
calling
a
thing
ridiculous
which
is
really
romantic
;
and
that
also
is
a
mistake
.
"
"
I
suppose
it
is
.
I
wonder
which
is
worse
—
to
think
ridiculous
things
romantic
,
or
romantic
things
ridiculous
?
It
is
rather
an
interesting
point
.
Which
do
you
think
?
"
"
I
do
n't
know
.
I
never
thought
about
it
.
"
"
You
never
do
think
about
things
that
really
matter
,
"
exclaimed
Elisabeth
,
with
reproof
in
her
voice
;
"
that
is
what
makes
you
so
uninteresting
to
talk
to
.
The
fact
is
you
are
so
wrapped
up
in
that
tiresome
old
business
that
you
never
have
time
to
attend
to
the
deeper
things
and
the
hidden
meanings
of
life
;
but
are
growing
into
a
regular
money-grubber
.
"
"
Perhaps
so
;
but
you
will
have
the
justice
to
admit
it
is
n't
my
own
money
that
I
am
grubbing
,
"
replied
Christopher
,
who
had
only
reconciled
himself
to
giving
up
all
his
youthful
ambitions
and
becoming
sub-manager
of
the
Osierfield
by
the
thought
that
he
might
thereby
in
some
roundabout
way
serve
Elisabeth
.
Like
other
schoolboys
he
had
dreamed
his
dreams
,
and
prospected
wonderful
roads
to
success
which
his
feet
were
destined
never
to
tread
;
and
at
first
he
had
asked
something
more
of
life
than
the
Osierfield
was
capable
of
offering
him
.
But
finally
he
had
submitted
contentedly
to
the
inevitable
,
because
—
in
spite
of
all
his
hopes
and
ambitions
—
his
boyish
love
for
Elisabeth
held
him
fast
;
and
now
his
manly
love
for
Elisabeth
held
him
faster
still
.
But
even
the
chains
which
love
had
rivetted
are
capable
of
galling
us
sometimes
;
and
although
we
would
not
break
them
,
even
if
we
could
,
we
grumble
at
them
occasionally
—
that
is
to
say
,
if
we
are
merely
human
,
as
is
the
case
with
so
many
of
us
.
"
It
is
a
great
pity
,
"
Elisabeth
went
on
,
"
that
you
deliberately
narrow
yourself
down
to
such
a
small
world
and
such
petty
interests
.
It
is
bad
enough
for
old
people
to
be
practical
and
sensible
and
commonplace
and
all
that
;
but
for
a
man
as
young
as
you
are
it
is
simply
disgusting
.
I
can
not
understand
you
,
because
you
really
are
clever
and
ought
to
know
better
;
but
although
I
am
your
greatest
friend
,
you
never
talk
to
me
about
anything
except
the
merest
frivolities
.
"
Christopher
bowed
his
head
to
the
storm
and
was
still
—
he
was
one
of
the
people
who
early
learn
the
power
of
silence
;
but
Elisabeth
,
having
once
mounted
her
high
horse
,
dug
her
spurs
into
her
steed
and
rode
on
to
victory
.
In
those
days
she
was
so
dreadfully
sure
of
herself
that
she
felt
competent
to
teach
anybody
anything
.
"
You
laugh
at
me
as
long
as
I
am
funny
and
I
amuse
you
;
but
the
minute
I
begin
to
talk
about
serious
subjects
—
such
as
feelings
and
sentiments
and
emotions
—
you
lose
your
interest
at
once
,
and
turn
everything
into
a
joke
.
The
truth
is
,
you
have
so
persistently
suppressed
your
higher
self
that
it
is
dying
of
inanition
;
you
'll
soon
have
no
higher
self
left
at
all
.
If
people
do
n't
use
their
hearts
they
do
n't
have
any
,
like
the
Kentucky
fish
that
ca
n't
see
in
the
dark
because
they
are
blind
,
do
n't
you
know
?
Now
you
should
take
a
leaf
out
of
Mr.
Tremaine
's
book
.
The
first
minute
I
saw
him
I
knew
that
he
was
the
sort
of
man
that
cultivated
his
higher
self
;
he
was
interested
in
just
the
things
that
interest
me
.
"
The
preacher
paused
for
breath
,
and
looked
up
to
see
whether
her
sermon
was
being
"
blessed
"
to
her
hearer
;
then
suddenly
her
voice
changed
—
"
What
is
the
matter
,
Chris
?
"
"
Nothing
.
Why
?
"
"
Because
you
look
so
awfully
white
.
I
was
talking
so
fast
that
I
did
n't
notice
it
;
but
I
expect
it
is
the
heat
.
Do
sit
down
on
the
grass
and
rest
a
bit
;
it
is
quite
dry
;
and
I
'll
fan
you
with
a
big
dock
leaf
.
"
"
I
'm
all
right
,
"
replied
Christopher
,
trying
to
laugh
,
and
succeeding
but
indifferently
.
"
But
I
'm
sure
you
are
not
,
you
are
so
pale
;
you
look
just
as
you
looked
the
day
that
I
tumbled
off
the
rick
—
do
you
remember
it
?
—
and
you
took
me
into
Mrs.
Bateson
's
to
have
my
head
bound
up
.
She
said
you
'd
got
a
touch
of
the
sun
,
and
I
'm
afraid
you
've
got
one
now
.
"
"
Yes
,
I
remember
it
well
enough
;
but
I
'm
all
right
now
,
Betty
.
Do
n't
worry
about
me
.
"
"
But
I
do
worry
when
you
're
ill
;
I
always
did
.
Do
n't
you
remember
that
when
you
had
measles
and
I
was
n't
allowed
to
see
you
,
I
cried
myself
to
sleep
for
three
nights
running
,
because
I
thought
you
were
going
to
die
,
and
that
everything
would
be
vile
without
you
?
And
then
I
had
a
prayer-meeting
about
you
in
Mrs.
Bateson
's
parlour
,
and
I
wrote
the
hymns
for
it
myself
.
The
Batesons
wept
over
them
and
considered
them
inspired
,
and
foretold
that
I
should
die
early
in
consequence
.
"
And
Elisabeth
laughed
at
the
remembrance
of
her
fame
.
Christopher
laughed
too
.
"
That
was
hard
on
you
!
I
admit
that
verse-writing
is
a
crime
in
a
woman
,
but
I
should
hardly
call
it
a
capital
offence
.
Still
,
I
should
like
to
have
heard
the
hymns
.
You
were
great
at
writing
poetry
in
those
days
.
"
"
Was
n't
I
?
And
I
used
to
be
so
proud
when
you
said
that
my
poems
were
n't
'
half
bad
'
!
"
"
No
wonder
;
that
was
high
praise
from
me
.
But
ca
n't
you
recall
those
hymns
?
"
The
hymnist
puckered
her
forehead
.
"
I
can
remember
the
beginning
of
the
opening
one
,
"
she
said
;
"
it
was
a
six-line-eights
,
and
we
sang
it
to
a
tune
called
Stella
;
it
began
thus
:
"
How
can
we
sing
like
little
birds
,
And
hop
about
among
the
boughs
?
How
can
we
gambol
with
the
herds
,
Or
chew
the
cud
among
the
cows
?
How
can
we
pop
with
all
the
weasles
Now
Christopher
has
got
the
measles
?
"
"
Bravo
!
"
exclaimed
the
subject
of
the
hymn
.
"
You
are
a
born
hymn-writer
,
Elisabeth
.
The
shades
of
Charles
Wesley
and
Dr.
Watts
bow
to
your
obvious
superiority
.
"
"
Well
,
at
any
rate
,
I
do
n't
believe
they
ever
did
better
at
fourteen
;
and
it
shows
how
anxious
I
was
about
you
even
then
when
you
were
ill.
I
am
just
the
same
now
—
quite
as
fond
of
you
as
I
was
then
;
and
you
are
of
me
,
too
,
are
n't
you
?
"
"
Quite
.
"
Which
was
perfectly
true
.
"
Then
that
's
all
right
,
"
said
Elisabeth
contentedly
;
"
and
,
you
see
,
it
is
because
I
am
so
fond
of
you
that
I
tell
you
of
your
faults
.
I
think
you
are
so
good
that
I
want
you
to
be
quite
perfect
.
"
"
I
see
.
"
The
missionary
spirit
is
an
admirable
thing
;
but
a
man
rarely
does
it
full
justice
when
it
is
displayed
—
toward
himself
—
by
the
object
of
his
devotion
.
"
If
I
was
n't
so
fond
of
you
I
should
n't
try
to
improve
you
.
"
"
Of
course
not
;
and
if
you
were
a
little
fonder
of
me
you
would
n't
want
to
improve
me
.
I
perfectly
understand
.
"
"
Dear
old
Chris
!
You
really
are
extremely
nice
in
some
ways
;
and
if
you
had
only
a
little
more
heart
you
would
be
adorable
.
And
I
do
n't
believe
you
are
naturally
unfeeling
,
do
you
?
"
"
No
—
I
do
not
;
but
I
sometimes
wish
I
was
.
"
"
Do
n't
say
that
.
It
is
only
that
you
have
n't
developed
that
side
of
you
sufficiently
;
I
feel
sure
the
heart
is
there
,
but
it
is
dormant
.
So
now
you
will
talk
more
about
feelings
,
wo
n't
you
?
"
"
I
wo
n't
promise
that
.
It
is
rather
stupid
to
talk
about
things
that
one
does
n't
understand
;
I
am
sure
this
is
correct
,
for
I
have
often
heard
you
say
so
.
"
"
But
talking
to
me
about
your
feelings
might
help
you
to
understand
them
,
do
n't
you
see
?
"
"
Or
might
help
you
.
"
"
Oh
!
I
do
n't
want
any
help
;
feelings
are
among
the
few
things
that
I
can
understand
without
any
assistance
.
But
you
are
sure
you
are
all
right
,
Chris
,
and
have
n't
got
a
headache
or
anything
?
"
And
the
anxious
expression
returned
to
Elisabeth
's
face
.
"
My
head
is
very
well
,
thank
you
.
"
"
You
do
n't
feel
any
pain
?
"
"
In
my
head
?
distinctly
not
.
"
"
You
are
quite
well
,
you
are
certain
?
"
"
Perfectly
certain
and
quite
well
.
What
a
fidget
you
are
!
Apparently
you
attach
as
much
importance
to
rosy
cheeks
as
Mother
Hankey
does
.
"
"
A
pale
face
and
dark
hair
are
in
her
eyes
the
infallible
signs
of
a
depraved
nature
,
"
laughed
Elisabeth
;
"
and
I
have
both
.
"
"
Yet
you
fly
at
me
for
having
one
,
and
that
only
for
a
short
time
.
Considering
your
own
shortcomings
,
you
should
be
more
charitable
.
"
Elisabeth
laughed
again
as
she
patted
his
arm
in
a
sisterly
fashion
.
"
Nice
old
boy
!
I
am
awfully
glad
you
are
all
right
.
It
would
make
me
miserable
if
anything
went
really
wrong
with
you
,
Chris
.
"
"
Then
nothing
shall
go
really
wrong
with
me
,
and
you
shall
not
be
miserable
,
"
said
Christopher
stoutly
;
"
and
,
therefore
,
it
is
fortunate
that
I
do
n't
possess
much
heart
—
things
generally
go
wrong
with
the
people
who
have
hearts
,
you
know
,
and
not
with
the
people
who
have
not
;
so
we
perceive
how
wise
was
the
poet
in
remarking
that
whatever
is
is
made
after
the
best
possible
pattern
,
or
words
to
that
effect
.
"
With
which
consoling
remark
he
took
leave
of
his
liege-lady
.
The
friendship
between
Alan
Tremaine
and
Elisabeth
Farringdon
grew
apace
during
the
next
twelve
months
.
His
mind
was
of
the
metaphysical
and
speculative
order
,
which
is
interesting
to
all
women
;
and
hers
was
of
the
volatile
and
vivacious
type
which
is
attractive
to
some
men
.
They
discussed
everything
under
the
sun
,
and
some
things
over
it
;
they
read
the
same
books
and
compared
notes
afterward
;
they
went
out
sketching
together
,
and
instructed
each
other
in
the
ways
of
art
;
and
they
carefully
examined
the
foundations
of
each
other
's
beliefs
,
and
endeavoured
respectively
to
strengthen
and
undermine
the
same
.
Gradually
they
fell
into
the
habit
of
wondering
every
morning
whether
or
not
they
should
meet
during
the
coming
day
;
and
of
congratulating
themselves
nearly
every
evening
that
they
had
succeeded
in
so
meeting
.
As
for
Christopher
,
he
was
extremely
and
increasingly
unhappy
,
and
,
it
must
be
admitted
,
extremely
and
increasingly
cross
in
consequence
.
The
fact
that
he
had
not
the
slightest
right
to
control
Elisabeth
's
actions
,
in
no
way
prevented
him
from
highly
disapproving
of
them
;
and
the
fact
that
he
was
too
proud
to
express
this
disapproval
in
words
,
in
no
way
prevented
him
from
displaying
it
in
manner
.
Elisabeth
was
wonderfully
amiable
with
him
,
considering
how
very
cross
he
was
;
but
are
we
not
all
amiable
with
people
toward
whom
we
—
in
our
inner
consciousness
—
know
that
we
are
behaving
badly
?
"
I
can
not
make
out
what
you
can
see
in
that
conceited
ass
?
"
he
said
to
her
,
when
Alan
Tremaine
had
been
living
at
the
Moat
House
for
something
over
a
year
.
"
Perhaps
not
;
making
things
out
never
is
your
strong
point
,
"
replied
Elisabeth
suavely
.
"
But
he
is
such
an
ass
!
I
'm
sure
the
other
evening
,
when
he
trotted
out
his
views
on
the
Higher
Criticism
for
your
benefit
,
he
made
me
feel
positively
ill.
"
"
I
found
it
very
interesting
;
and
if
,
as
you
say
,
he
did
it
for
my
benefit
,
he
certainly
succeeded
in
his
aim
.
"
There
were
limits
to
the
patience
of
Elisabeth
.
"
Well
,
how
women
can
listen
to
bosh
of
that
kind
I
can
not
imagine
!
What
can
it
matter
to
you
what
he
disbelieves
or
why
he
disbelieves
it
?
And
it
is
beastly
cheek
of
him
to
suppose
that
it
can
.
"
"
But
he
is
right
in
supposing
it
,
and
it
does
matter
to
me
.
I
like
to
know
how
old-fashioned
truths
accord
or
do
not
accord
with
modern
phases
of
thought
.
"
"
Modern
phases
of
nonsense
,
you
mean
!
Well
,
the
old-fashioned
truths
are
good
enough
for
me
,
and
I
'll
stick
to
them
,
if
you
please
,
in
spite
of
Mr.
Tremaine
's
overwhelming
arguments
;
and
I
should
advise
you
to
stick
to
them
,
too
.
"
"
Oh
!
Chris
,
I
wish
you
would
n't
be
so
disagreeable
.
"
And
Elisabeth
sighed
.
"
It
is
so
difficult
to
talk
to
you
when
you
are
like
this
.
"
"
I
'm
not
disagreeable
,
"
replied
Christopher
mendaciously
;
"
only
I
can
not
let
you
be
taken
in
by
a
stuck-up
fool
without
trying
to
open
your
eyes
;
I
should
n't
be
your
friend
if
I
could
.
"
And
he
actually
believed
that
this
was
the
case
.
He
forgot
that
it
is
not
the
trick
of
friendship
,
but
of
love
,
to
make
"
a
corner
"
in
affection
,
and
to
monopolize
the
whole
stock
of
the
commodity
.
"
You
see
,
"
Elisabeth
explained
,
"
I
am
so
frightfully
modern
,
and
yet
I
have
been
brought
up
in
such
a
dreadfully
old-fashioned
way
.
It
was
all
very
well
for
the
last
generation
to
accept
revealed
truth
without
understanding
it
,
but
it
wo
n't
do
for
us
.
"
"
Why
not
?
"
"
Oh
!
because
we
are
young
and
modern
.
"
"
So
were
they
at
one
time
,
and
we
shall
not
be
so
for
long
.
"
Elisabeth
sighed
again
.
"
How
difficult
you
are
!
Of
course
,
the
sort
of
religion
that
did
for
Cousin
Maria
and
Mr.
Smallwood
wo
n't
do
for
Mr.
Tremaine
and
me
.
Ca
n't
you
see
that
?
"
"
I
can
not
,
I
am
sorry
to
say
.
"
"
Their
religion
had
no
connection
with
their
intellects
.
"
"
Still
,
it
changed
their
hearts
,
which
I
have
heard
is
no
unimportant
operation
.
"
"
They
accepted
what
they
were
told
without
trying
to
understand
it
,
"
Elisabeth
continued
,
"
which
is
not
,
after
all
,
a
high
form
of
faith
.
"
"
Indeed
.
I
should
have
imagined
that
it
was
the
highest
.
"
"
But
ca
n't
you
see
that
to
accept
blindly
what
you
are
told
is
not
half
so
great
as
to
sift
it
all
,
and
to
separate
the
chaff
from
the
wheat
,
and
to
find
the
kernel
of
truth
in
the
shell
of
tradition
?
"
Elisabeth
had
not
talked
to
Alan
Tremaine
for
over
a
year
without
learning
his
tricks
of
thought
and
even
of
expression
.
"
Do
n't
you
think
that
it
is
better
to
believe
a
little
with
the
whole
intellect
than
a
great
deal
apart
from
it
?
"
Christopher
looked
obstinate
.
"
I
ca
n't
and
do
n't
.
"
"
Have
you
no
respect
for
'
honest
doubt
'
?
"
"
Honest
bosh
!
"
Elisabeth
's
face
flushed
.
"
You
really
are
too
rude
for
anything
.
"
Christopher
was
penitent
at
once
;
he
could
not
bear
really
to
vex
her
.
"
I
am
sorry
if
I
was
rude
;
but
it
riles
me
to
hear
you
quoting
Tremaine
's
platitudes
by
the
yard
—
such
rotten
platitudes
as
they
are
,
too
!
"
"
You
do
n't
do
Mr.
Tremaine
justice
,
Chris
.
Even
though
he
may
have
outgrown
the
old
faiths
,
he
is
a
very
good
man
;
and
he
has
such
lovely
thoughts
about
truth
and
beauty
and
love
and
things
like
that
.
"
"
His
thoughts
are
nothing
but
empty
windbags
;
for
he
is
the
type
of
man
who
is
too
ignorant
to
accept
truth
,
too
blind
to
appreciate
beauty
,
and
too
selfish
to
be
capable
of
loving
any
woman
as
a
woman
ought
to
be
loved
.
"
"
I
think
his
ideas
about
love
are
quite
ideal
,
"
persisted
the
girl
.
"
Only
yesterday
he
was
abusing
the
selfishness
of
men
in
general
,
and
saying
that
a
man
who
is
really
in
love
thinks
of
the
woman
he
loves
as
well
as
of
himself
.
"
"
He
said
that
,
did
he
?
Then
he
was
mistaken
.
"
Elisabeth
looked
surprised
.
"
Then
do
n't
you
agree
with
him
that
a
man
in
love
thinks
of
the
woman
as
well
as
of
himself
?
"
"
No
;
I
do
n't
.
A
man
who
is
really
in
love
never
thinks
of
himself
at
all
,
but
only
of
the
woman
.
It
strikes
me
that
Master
Alan
Tremaine
knows
precious
little
about
the
matter
.
"
"
I
think
he
knows
a
great
deal
.
He
said
that
love
was
the
discovery
of
the
one
woman
whereof
all
other
women
were
