The fund . By of Miss Keeldar's example, the three rectors' vigorous , and the efficient though quiet aid of their spinster and spectacled , Mary Ann Ainley and Margaret Hall, a handsome sum was raised; and this being managed, served for the present greatly to the of the poor. The neighbourhood seemed to grow calmer. For a fortnight past no cloth had been destroyed; no on mill or had been committed in the three parishes. Shirley was that the evil she wished to was almost escaped, that the threatened storm was passing over. With the approach of summer she felt certain that trade would improve—it always did; and then this weary war could not last for ever; peace must return one day. With peace, what an impulse would be given to commerce!  
Such was the usual of her observations to her , Gérard Moore, whenever she met him where they could ; and Moore would listen very quietly—too quietly to satisfy her. She would then by her impatient glance demand something more from him—some explanation, or at least some additional remark. Smiling in his way, with that expression which gave a cast of sweetness to his mouth, while his brow remained grave, he would answer to the effect that himself too trusted in the finite nature of the war; that it was indeed on that ground the anchor of his hopes was ; thereon his depended. "For you are aware," he would continue, "that I now work Hollow's Mill on . I sell nothing; there is no market for my goods. I manufacture for a future day. I make myself ready to take advantage of the first opening that shall occur. Three months ago this was impossible to me; I had both credit and capital. You well know who came to my rescue, from what hand I received the loan254 which saved me. It is on the strength of that loan I am enabled to continue the bold game which, a while since, I feared I should never play more. Total ruin I know will follow loss, and I am aware that gain is doubtful; but I am quite cheerful. So long as I can be active, so long as I can strive, so long, in short, as my hands are not tied, it is impossible for me to be . One year—nay, but six months—of the of the olive, and I am safe; for, as you say, peace will give an impulse to commerce. In this you are right; but as to the restored of the neighbourhood, as to the permanent good effect of your charitable fund, I doubt. Eleemosynary relief never yet tranquillized the working-classes—it never made them grateful; it is not in human nature that it should. I suppose, were all things ordered aright, they ought not to be in a position to need that humiliating relief; and this they feel. We should feel it were we so placed. Besides, to whom should they be grateful? To you, to the perhaps, but not to us mill-owners. They hate us worse than ever. Then the here are in correspondence with the disaffected elsewhere. Nottingham is one of their headquarters, Manchester another, Birmingham a third. The subalterns receive orders from their chiefs; they are in a good state of discipline; no blow is struck without mature deliberation. In sultry weather you have seen the sky threaten thunder day by day, and yet night after night the clouds have cleared, and the sun has set quietly; but the danger was not gone—it was only delayed. The long-threatening storm is sure to break at last. There is analogy between the moral and physical atmosphere."
 
"Well, Mr. Moore" (so these conferences always ended), "take care of yourself. If you think that I have ever done you any good, reward me by to take care of yourself."
 
"I do; I will take close and care. I wish to live, not to die. The future opens like Eden before me; and still, when I look deep into the shades of my paradise, I see a vision that I like better than or across remote ."
 
"Do you? Pray, what vision?"
 
"I see——"
 
The maid came in with the tea-things.
 
The early part of that May, as we have seen, was fine; the middle was wet; but in the last week, at change of255 moon, it cleared again. A fresh wind swept off the silver-white, deep-piled rain-clouds, bearing them, mass on mass, to the eastern horizon, on whose they , and behind whose they disappeared, leaving the behind all pure blue space, ready for the reign of the summer sun. That sun rose broad on Whitsuntide. The of the schools was signalized by splendid weather.
 
Whit-Tuesday was the great day, in preparation for which the two large schoolrooms of Briarfield, built by the present rector, chiefly at his own expense, were cleaned out, , repainted, and decorated with flowers and evergreens—some from the rectory garden, two cartloads from Fieldhead, and a wheel-barrowful from the more stingy of De Walden, the residence of Mr. Wynne. In these schoolrooms twenty tables, each calculated to accommodate twenty guests, were laid out, surrounded with benches, and covered with white cloths. Above them were suspended at least some twenty cages, containing as many canaries, according to a fancy of the district, cherished by Mr. Helstone's clerk, who delighted in the piercing song of these birds, and knew that amidst confusion of tongues they always carolled loudest. These tables, be it understood, were not spread for the twelve hundred scholars to be assembled from the three parishes, but only for the patrons and teachers of the schools. The children's feast was to be spread in the open air. At one o'clock the troops were to come in; at two they were to be marshalled; till four they were to parade the parish; then came the feast, and afterwards the meeting, with music and speechifying in the church.
 
Why Briarfield was chosen for the point of rendezvous—the scene of the fête—should be explained. It was not because it was the largest or most parish—Whinbury far outdid it in that respect; nor because it was the oldest, antique as were the church and rectory—Nunnely's low-roofed temple and mossy parsonage, buried both in oaks, outstanding sentinels of Nunnwood, were older still. It was simply because Mr. Helstone willed it so, and Mr. Helstone's will was stronger than that of Boultby or Hall; the former could not, the latter would not, dispute a point of precedence with their and imperious brother. They let him lead and rule.
 
This notable anniversary had always hitherto been a trying day to Caroline Helstone, because it dragged her256 perforce into public, compelling her to face all that was wealthy, respectable, in the neighbourhood; in whose presence, but for the kind of Mr. Hall, she would have appeared unsupported. Obliged to be ; obliged to walk at the head of her as the rector's niece, and first teacher of the first class; obliged to make tea at the first table for a mixed multitude of ladies and gentlemen, and to do all this without the countenance of mother, aunt, or other chaperon—she, meantime, being a nervous person, who mortally feared publicity—it will be comprehended that, under these circumstances, she trembled at the approach of Whitsuntide.
 
But this year Shirley was to be with her, and that changed the aspect of the trial singularly—it changed it . It was a trial no longer—it was almost an . Miss Keeldar was better in her single self than a host of ordinary friends. Quite self-, and always spirited and easy; conscious of her social importance, yet never presuming upon it—it would be enough to give one courage only to look at her. The only fear was lest the heiress should not be punctual to . She often had a careless way of lingering behind time, and Caroline knew her uncle would not wait a second for any one. At the moment of the church clock two, the bells would clash out and the march begin. She must look after Shirley, then, in this matter, or her expected companion would fail her.
 
Whit-Tuesday saw her rise almost with the sun. She, Fanny, and Eliza were busy the whole morning arranging the rectory parlours in first-rate company order, and setting out a of cooling refreshments—wine, fruit, cakes—on the dining-room sideboard. Then she had to dress in her freshest and fairest of white muslin: the perfect fineness of the day and the solemnity of the occasion warranted, and even exacted, such costume. Her new sash—a birthday present from Margaret Hall, which she had reason to believe Cyril himself had bought, and in return for which she had indeed given him a set of cambric bands in a handsome case—was tied by the fingers of Fanny, who took no little pleasure in arraying her fair young mistress for the occasion. Her simple had been trimmed to correspond with her sash; her pretty but inexpensive scarf of white crape suited her dress. When ready she formed a picture, not bright enough to dazzle, but fair enough to interest; not brilliantly striking, but257 very delicately pleasing—a picture in which sweetness of , purity of air, and grace of for the absence of rich colouring and magnificent contour. What her brown eye and clear forehead showed of her mind was in keeping with her dress and face—modest, gentle, and, though , . It appeared that neither lamb nor dove need fear her, but would welcome rather, in her look of and softness, a sympathy with their own natures, or with the natures we ascribe to them.
 
After all, she was an imperfect, faulty human being, fair enough of form, , and array, but, as Cyril Hall said, neither so good nor so great as the Miss Ainley, now putting on her best black gown and Quaker drab shawl and bonnet in her own narrow cottage .
 
Away Caroline went, across some very fields and through some quite hidden lanes, to Fieldhead. She quickly under the green hedges and across the greener leas. There was no dust, no moisture, to soil the of her garment, or to damp her slender sandal. After the late rains all was clean, and under the present glowing sun all was dry. She walked fearlessly, then, on daisy and turf, and through thick ; she reached Fieldhead, and to Miss Keeldar's -room.
 
It was well she had come, or Shirley would have been too late. Instead of making ready with all speed, she lay stretched on a couch, absorbed in reading. Mrs. Pryor stood near, vainly urging her to rise and dress. Caroline wasted no words. She immediately took the book from her, and with her own hands commenced the business of disrobing and rerobing her. Shirley, indolent with the heat, and gay with her youth and pleasurable nature, wanted to talk, laugh, and linger; but Caroline, intent on being in time, in dressing her as fast as fingers could fasten or insert pins. At length, as she united a final row of hooks and eyes, she found leisure to her, saying she was very naughty to be so unpunctual, that she looked even now the picture of carelessness; and so Shirley did, but a very lovely picture of that quality.
 
She presented quite a contrast to Caroline. There was style in every fold of her dress and every line of her figure. The rich silk suited her better than a simpler costume; the deep scarf became her. She wore it but . The wreath on her bonnet crowned258 her well. The attention to fashion, the tasteful appliance of in each portion of her dress, were quite in place with her. All this suited her, like the frank light in her eyes, the rallying smile about her lips, like her shaft-straight carriage and lightsome step. Caroline took her hand when she was dressed, hurried her downstairs, out of doors; and thus they sped through the fields, laughing as they went, and looking very much like a snow-white dove and gem-tinted bird of paradise joined in social flight.
 
Thanks to Miss Helstone's promptitude, they arrived in good time. While yet trees hid the church, they heard the bell tolling a measured but urgent summons for all to assemble. The trooping in of numbers, the of many steps and m............