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Chapter 51

The maiden said, I wis the londe

  Is very fair to see,

But my true-love that is in bonde

  Is fairer still to me.

ONE April day, when the sun shone on the lingering raindrops, Lyddy was gone out, and Esther chose to sit in the kitchen, in the wicker chair against the white table, between the fire and the window. The kettle was singing, and the clock was ticking steadily towards four o’clock.

She was not reading, but stitching; and as her fingers moved nimbly, something played about her parted lips like a ray. Suddenly she laid down her work, pressed her hands together on her knees, and bent forward a little. The next moment there came a loud rap at the door. She started up and opened it, but kept herself hidden behind it.

‘Mr Lyon at home?’ said Felix, in his firm tones.

‘No, sir,’ said Esther from behind her screen; ‘but Miss Lyon is, if you’ll please to walk in.’

‘Esther!’ exclaimed Felix, amazed.

They held each other by both hands, and looked into each other’s faces with delight.

‘You are out of prison?’

‘Yes, till I do something bad again. But you? — how is it all?’

‘Oh, it is,’ said Esther, smiling brightly as she moved towards the wicker chair, and seated herself again, ‘that everything is as usual: my father is gone to see the sick; Lyddy is gone in deep despondency to buy the groccry; and I am sitting here, with some vanity in me, needing to be scolded.’

Felix had seated himself on a chair that happened to be near her, at the corner of the table. He looked at her still with questioning eyes — he grave, she mischievously smiling. ‘Are you come back to live here then?’ ‘Yes.’

‘You are not going to be married to Harold Transome, or to be rich?’

‘No.’ Something made Esther take up her work again, and begin to stitch. The smiles were dying into a tremor.

‘Why?’ said Felix, in rather a low tone, leaning his elbow on the table, and resting his head on his hand while he looked at her.

‘I did not wish to marry him, or to be rich.’

‘You have given it all up?’ said Felix, leaning forward a little, and speaking in a still lower tone.

Esther did not speak. They heard the kettle singing and the clock loudly ticking. There was no knowing how it was: Esther’s work fell, their eyes met; and the next instant their arms were round each other’s necks, and once more they kissed each other.

When their hands fell again, their eyes were bright with tears. Felix laid his hand on her shoulder.

‘Could you share the life of a poor man, then, Esther?’

‘If I thought well enough of him,’ she said, the smile coming again, with the pretty saucy movement of her head.

‘Have you considered well what it would be? — that it will be a very bare and simple life?’

‘Yes — without atta of roses.’

Felix suddenly removed his hand from her shoulder, rose from his chair, and walked a step or two; then he turned round and said, with deep gravity —

‘And the people I shall live among, Esther? They have not just the same follies and vices as the rich, but they have their own forms of folly and vice; and they have not what are called the refinements of the rich to make their faults more bearable. I don’t say more be............

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