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thing, I wish I could have gone on
with her." A CONFESSION.
He went back into the room. Patty
still stood where he had left her ; defiant Patty kept aloof from Nuna in sullen, and gloonuy. determined silence, and Nuna judged “Come up stairs with me, Elinor," it better to leave her to her husband he said, “only for a few minutes." than to try any outward means of soft His love for her guided bim rightly ening this miserable mood. Only while so far; nothing but strength of will she stood seemingly bent on watching the could have kept her from an outbreak courier's movements in the court-yard of passion. below, as he hurried the stableman's He took her hand and kept it firmly operations, Nuna's lips moved in silent, clasped while they went up stairs prayer, that Patty might be saved together; and as he felt how unwillingly from the fate she seemed to be tempt it rested in his, his heart grew heavier, ing.
and sterner thoughts ningled with his How long Mr. Downes was away! desire to keep his wife beside him. But would he never come? He came at last, he was too merciful to let her go into the came slowly and heavily, and Nuna room without a warning. started at the sight of his face—it was “Stay a minute, I want to tell you so wbite and rigid.
something, Elinor.” He did not look at “ You must not wait any longer, her while he spoke. “I had a most awful Mrs. Whitmore.” Then he whispered, shock when I left you just now. Some “Will you start now, and will you years ago, a young man and a girl were in say good-bye to me here? I don't
love with each other; he forgot his love want to leave my wife alone; I have and the promises he had made to keep told Louis everything, and he will true to it-worse than that, he was rich
and the girl poor, and when he met her Mr. Whitmore. God bless you." He afterwards alone in London, he broke wrung Nuna's hand hard, and his
away from her with a few cold words and eyes filled with tears ; Mr. Downes re an otser of money instead of love." Patty sulved that she should know nothing raised her head at last and began to listen. of the awful story that had acted itself " I was that youth, Elinor, but the girl wut so near them all; it was among the loved on to the end." He stopped, luw unselfish acts of his life towards Patty's eyes were fixed on him; someanyone but Patty.
thing in the solemnity of his tone and Nuna looked at Patty, but there was look frightened her. “Elinor, all this no movement.
time she has been living with us, and I “Good-bye,” she said shyly.
never once recognized her." Patty gave one hurried, scared look at “ Was it Patience ?" she whispered, her : “Good-bye,” but she turned away and then she drew away from the door. as Nuna made a forward movement. Instinct and the look in his face told
“I had best go,” Nuna whispered to her he was seeking to prepare her for Mr. Downes ; "good-bye.”
something from which she should shrink. Mr. Downes looked after her as she But he drew her on; they went in went down the gallery. Till now he had hand-in-hand—these two sinners; for it been too much absorbed to realize is sin, though the world may not call it Nuna's trouble, but it took
80, to win atfection, and then to leave it serious aspect.
to wither unrequited—both gazing on “ Puor thing ; I hope she will find her the awful wreck of passion lying there husband, but who can say ? he may fall ill and die ; and be buried next day in one For an instant Patty stood white and of those out-of-the-way Cévénol villages, dumb; wen she shrieked out in luud and none of us any tle wiser. Pour terroi, and clung to her hiusband.
"Oh, Maurice, Maurice, have mercy!
The courier had recovered his wits. Take me away- for God's sake, take me, “Madame, the gentleman has been or I shall die-I shall die." She laid here; he is first very ill and then he her face on his shoulder, but he made no gets better—but before he is recoanswer; it was only fear, he thought, vered he again falls into the same not love—that bad worked this sudden malady, and, Madame, he will perhaps change.
not recover." She shivered and left off screaming; A superhuman strength seemed to then she glanced up in his face, and the come to Nuna while she listened. fixed, rigid look she saw there awed her “ He will recover when he sees me; as much as her tear.
take me where he is,” she said to the " Elinor," he spoke so coldly, so sadly, that all passion seemed hushed at The woman stared, but she underthe sound—“ we have both helped to do stood the lady's looks better than her this, to drive her to madness; but it words. is easier for me than for you to know Nuna followed her through the dirty how she suffered—from loving so well, mud-floored kitchen, where a wretched 80 truly."
animal, more like a jackal than a dog, He stopped. Patty's bosom heaved and some tall lean fowls were feeding tumultuously ; with a sudden cry, she together. At the back of this came a fung herself at his feet, and clasped close, dirty passage, with a door on each her arms round him.
side. One of the doors had a glass top, “Oh, Maurice, Maurice! for God's and this gave light to the passage. The sake forgive me—if you can.”
woman opened this door and went in; the glass was so smeared that Nuna
could not distinguish anything; she held It seemed to Nuna as if that weary her breath and listened. She looked so day would never end, and yet, as if she pale and worn, standing there—this last would give much to lengthen it. It blow had been worse than all-but sudwas getting dusk when they at length denly light sparkled in her eyes, a glow reached the village to which the courier rose in her cheeks, her whole nature said he had directed the English gentle- seemed kindling with a glory of hope. man when they parted at Clermont. It was Paul's voice. Nuna fell on her Louis bad shrugged his shoulders at the knees in the dirty little passage. notion of still finding Mr. Whitmore “Oh! spare him to me,” she prayed, there; but he agreed that it was the and then such an outspring of thanksonly way of getting a clue to his further giving that tears came along with it. movements.
She rose up and went gently into the He left Nuna sitting in the jolting
Paul lay on a wretched little Tehicle in which they had come out bed, so pale, so haggard, so unlike her from Clermont, while he got down to own darling husband, that Nuna's heart make inquiries at the cabaret. A dirty swelled in anguish; but the eyes were woman came to the door; Nuna bent there unchanged, the eyes that sought forward to listen, but the patois sounded hers with a wistful, longing tenderness unintelligible.
she had never till now seen in them, The look of sudden concern in the and that drew her swiftly on till her courier's face startled her; she scrambled arms were round him and her tears out of the high, clumsy carriage. falling fast on the pillow on which he
“What is it?" she asked ; “have you lay. heard anything?"
The woman stared a minute and The man looked frightened. “What went away. She thought this husband is it?" said Nuna to the woman ; "has and wife a strange pair ; after so long an English gentleman been here? tell a parting, not to have one word for me- I'm his wife."
each other. She listened outside the
door, but she heard only some half
CHAPTER THE LAST. stified sobs and a murmur of kisses.
“A dumb people, these English,” Time has been merciful to Dennis Fagg. she said ; "she never asks him how he Only a year since we saw him helpless ; finds himself.”
now he can limp about without crutches, She came in again later on with and his words come easily. some broth, and to tell the lady that “ Kitty," he calls, come out in the the courier would stay, as it was too garden, do, old woman, and leave Bobby late to get back to Bourges that night. to fry his supper himself.”
“Comment, Madame," she said ; and Bobby is a good-sized schoolboy now, she looked in amazement at her patient.
with redder hair than ever. He has He was lying propped up, with a look been out catching fish, and objects to of comfort and rest in his face that she trust his precious victims to any cookery had not seen there before.
but his mother's. “You shall speak when you've drunk “Well”—Mrs. Fagg looks lovingly this," said Nuna, smiling; and she at her greedy darling ; his holidays are kissed the hand she had been holding. so near ended that it is necessary he “ You don't know how I've been prac should have his own way in all thingstising nursing, darling; you shall be "perhaps, Bob, dear, you've had as well in a week,” and she held the
spoon many of them perch as is wholesome at a to his lips.
sittin'; so I'll go to father.” Then turnPaul looked and listened in wonder. ing a sharp look towards the kitchen as It seemed to him this could not be the she washes her hands, “Have a care, careless, impulsive girl he had left in Bob, you don't go asking Anne to cook St. John Street. There was a subdued 'em, it ’ud be like whippin'a dead horse. womanliness, mingled with such a glow Why, child, she'd as like as not fry 'em of tenderness, it was as if Nuna's timid, scales and all." shrinking love had suddenly blossomed Mrs. Fagg finds Dennis 'smoking, as into a full and perfect flower.
he limped up and down the walk, be“My darling," he said presently, rest tween the espaliers, laden with their red ing his head on her shoulder, with a and brown fruit. blissful trust in his eyes that made Kitty," — he takes his pipe out of his Nuna's heart almost too full for happi- mouth when she joins him, —“since ness,
“I didn't deserve ever to see you you came back from London, I've heered again. Do you really want me to get nought of Miss Nuna's baby ; all your well?” He smiled into the tearful talk has runned on Mr. Whitmore. I eyes.
mind when he usen't to be such a That long look seemed to tell Nuna favourite." something had gone away out of her “ A favourite ! not he ; he's not one love for ever.
No more trying to find of my sort, Dennis; he keeps his talk out what would please or displease her too much to himself—not but what he's husband. She was in his heart, and a deal altered for the better. I'm real she knew for evermore every thought pleased, that I am, to see the care he and every wish of the life bound up takes of Miss Nuna, and the store he in her own.
sets by her; she deserves it every bitA radiance like sunshine filled her but then we don't always get what wo eyes.
deserve, whether for praise or blame“I suppose, if I were quite to tell do us, old man ?" the truth," she smiled mischievously, Mr. Fagg had gone on smoking. He “I would like to keep you always takes his pipe out again, and gives a littie as you are now; you are obliged to dry cough, shy of what he is going to be good and obedient, and I'm not say. going to let you speak another word “You're right, Kitty; but listen here. to-night.”
Don't you mind you never liked me to
think well of Patty Westropp?” Mrs. “I'm glad to hear she's so far off, and I Fagg turns her head and makes a hope she's got some conduct along with sudden swoop with her apron on the her grandeur. Poor soul,” she goes on jackdaw pecking at the fast-ripening presently, "she won't come to much, apples.
let her be where she will; Patty West "Well, Dennis," she sets her apron ropp ain't one as 'ud ever like to be straight" of course I didn't like it; it guided : she'd bite against any curb but weren't in nature that I should.” her own will."
Mr. Fagg had raised his fat forefinger as he began, and he holds it so raised during his wife's interruption. He brings Maurice Downes has taken his wife it down emphatically on her arm. to his home in Scotland ; his hope is
"The day after Mr. Whitmore sends that, severed from all outward temptafor you, Kitty, Mrs. Bright, she drives tions to frivolity, Patty may be brought over to see Bobby; that's how she got to love him truly; but it is for him a the news of Miss Nuna's baby so soon. weary waiting, and at times he feels how Between ourselves, Kitty, she were a bit doubtful is the end. huffed she warn't sent for in your place, It is past sunset; soft wreaths of that she were—no, no; Mr. Whitmore mist float up to the terrace of a gray knew what he was about, I'm thinking” old-fashioned dwelling, float up till the -Mrs. Fagg's lips twitched with impa- pine-trees in the steep valley below tience, but she held her tongue, -"and, loom through it like grey phantoms. says she,-mind you, Kitty, it mustn't Before the mist rose there had been the be mentioned to a soul, Mrs. Bright let glimmer of a tarn among the monotoit out quite unawares,—but Patty have nous, blue verdure; but that is veiled done wall, after all; she have gone by the soft wreaths rising higher and and married some grand gentleman up higher towards the granite mountain in Scotland.”
beyond. A movement in Mrs. Fagg, as if her Its summit is reddened with a faint cap and the rest of her apparel bristled glow of sunset, and between this and like the crest of an angry dog.
the wreathing mist, the rugged granite “Who told Mrs. Bright ?"
is awful in dark, stupendous grandeur. Denuis sniggers most ungratefully at Patty paces up and down the long her sharp question.
terrace; the glow does not reach her "Don't excite yourself, old woman, face ; it is pale and sad. Her black there's no mistake. Mr. Will found out velvet gown trails as she walks, and she Roger in London, that time he went to has drawn her black lace shawl over take care of Miss Nuna, and the old her head, for the air grows chill. man told him all about Patty. Roger “How will it end ?" she says,her died quite lately, so Mrs. Bright says, under-lip droops more heavily than it and he's left all he's got to Miss Nuna." did three years ago. “Maurice says good
"And did you hear the name of the people are always happy. I'm sure gentleman as have married that girl ?” trying to be what he calls good makes
“No;" — Dennis looks disappointed me miserable.” _"she don't know it. Mr. Will won't Courage, Patty; the glow is on the tell, she says; any way, Pattr's a grand summit of the mountain—the troubled lady, and lives in the Highlands of mists, the rugged cliffs, come first-but, Scotland."
these once past—there is the soft warm “Well,”—Mrs. Fagg gives a little gasp; light above!
THE EARLY HISTORY OF OXFORD.
BY J. R. GREEN.
II.-TOWN AND GOWN.
In the good days when George the which its first settlers grouped themThird was king, and the course of selves in the darkness of the eighth academical study was stili theoretically century. The tower of the Norman co-extensive with the bounds of human conquerors
the knowledge, Lord Eldon used to amuse waters of the mill. The suburb of his friends by the tale of his Oxford the Friars recalls the genius of Roger examination in history. It consisted Bacon, and the new intellectual life of a single question, "Who was the of the England that sprung from founder of the University ?” to which the Great Charter. College after colthe orthodox answer was, " King lege marks step after step in the long Alfred.” Recent changes bave some struggle between mediæval faith and what enlarged the amount of histori- modern inquiry; the grandeur of the cal information w is now required church of Wykeham and Waynflete is by an Oxford ext , but the Chan- stamped upon New College and Magcellor's question answer still sum dalene, the figure of Wycliffe starts into up pretty accurately the knowledge memory at the sight of Queen's, Corpus of their own academic history which is recalls Erasmus and the New Learning, actually possessed by Oxford men. A Christ Church is the memorial of the stranger can hardly realize the utter in Reformation. The great civil strife difference to its past which prevails which followed still lives in Oxford among the learned persons who inhabit tradition; the ghost of Laud haunts one of the most historic cities in the the library of St. John's, the great world. It is certainly not the fault of quadrangle of All Souls has not forthe place itself. The most entertaining gotten the tread of Jeremy Taylor, or among the art-critics of France has the hall of Wolsey the presence of a found in the picturesqueness and variety Parliament; while the two buildings of of its monuments the only parallel to the Ashmole and Radcliffe preserve for us glories of Venice ; but the life of Venice the scientific impulse which had its has ebbed away from its palaces, while birth in the circle of Puritan scholars the life of Oxford still beats fresh and who gathered round Wilkins at Wadham vigorous round the relics of its earliest to form in after years the Royal Society origin. The scholar of to-day can look of the Restoration. To literature Oxback along a line of historical memorials ford has given far less than her sister to the scholar who sat at the feet of university, though the somewhat prim Vacarius or listened to Master Gerald's serenity of the finest of our essayists amusing itinerary. As one wanders down still lingers around Addison's Walk. “the sinuous windings of that glorious But the two greatest movements of street,” or plunges into the meanest of English religion have begun within her her suburbs, Oxford fronts the most walls: the chapel bell of Lincoln recalls careless of observers with traces of each the ascetic fervour of Wesley, and the age of her history. The spire of the memory of John Henry Newman still Cathedral still marks the site of the fings its glory around Oriel. little minster of St. Frideswide round But if the monuments of Oxford