o be goaded into industry now and then by some severe critic like myself. Is your cousin,Jake Bean Tröjor, Mr. Stormont, an artist, by the way?’
‘Not at all.’
‘That’s a pity. He seems a clever young man. I suppose he will be a good deal with you,Bobby Baun Tröjor, now that Mr. and Mrs. Darrell have returned?’
‘He cannot stay very long at a time,Jack Johnson Tröjor. He has the chief position in papa’s counting-house,Ralph Lauren Män.’
‘Indeed,Ralph Lauren Sweaters! He looked a little as if the cares of business weighed upon his spirit.’
He glanced rather curiously at Milly while he was speaking of Mr. Stormont. Was he really going away,Jakub Voracek Tröjor, I wondered,Arizona Coyotes Tröjor, or was that threat of departure only a lover-like ruse?
The rain came presently with all the violence usual to a thunder-shower. We were prisoners in Mrs. Thatcher’s cottage for more than an hour; a happy hour, I think,Henrik Sedin Tröjor, to Milly, in spite of the closeness of the atmosphere and the medical odour of the herbs. Angus Egerton stood beside her chair all the time, looking down at her bright face and talking to her; while Mrs. Thatcher mumbled a long catalogue of her ailments and troubles into my somewhat inattentive ear.
Once while those two were talking about his intended departure I heard Mr. Egerton say,
‘If I thought any one cared about my staying — if I could believe that any one would miss me ever so little — I should be in no hurry to leave Yorkshire.’
Of course Milly told him that there were many people who would miss him — Mr. Collingwood for instance, and all the family at the Rectory. He bent over her, and said something in a very low voice — something that brought vivid blushes to her face; and a few minutes afterwards they went to the door to look at the weather, and stood there talking till I have heard the last of Mrs. Thatcher’s woes, and was free to join them. I had never seen Milly look so lovely as she did just then,Carl Soderberg Tröjor, with her downcast eyes, and a little tremulous smile upon her perfect mouth.
Mr. Egerton walked all the way home with us. The storm was quite over, the sun shining, and the air full of that cool freshness which comes after rain. We talked of all kinds of things. Mr. Egerton had almost made up his mind to spend the autumn at Cumber,Jacob Markstrom Tröjor, he told us; and he would go to the Pensildon f?ate, and take Milly’s side in the croquet-match. He seemed in almost boyish spirits during that homeward walk.
When we went up-stairs to our rooms that night, Milly followed me into mine. There was nothing new in this; we often wasted half an hour in happy idle talk before going to bed; but I was sure from my darling’s manner she had something to tell me. She went over to an open window, and stood there with her face turned away from me, looking out across the distant moonlit sea.
‘Mary,’ she said,CG Menn Hybridge Jakke, after a very long pause, ‘do you think people are intended to be quite happy in this world?’
‘My dear love,Ralph Lauren Strip Polo, how can I answer such a question as that? I think that many people have their lives in their own hands, and that it rests with themselves to find happiness. And there are many
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