Meanwhile, Morgan took his good fortune in a very tranquil2 way. He saw Nelly nearly every day, and she did most of the talking that went on between them. Her conversation, like herself, was always simple and bright; it did not weary the listener, and yet it sometimes set[125] him wondering at the ease with which she opened her heart, and let out its inmost thoughts. He was conscious that he had never let her get beyond the vestibule of his inner self; but he would fain have had it otherwise. It pained him, even while it comforted him, to see that she was quite unaware3 of his involuntary reserve. Had she known that he kept any locked-up chambers4, she would have striven to find the keys, and would most likely have succeeded. But she did not know it. She possessed6 no instinct keen enough to tell her that she might live with this man for years without once getting close to his soul.
“Read this, Nelly,” he said, one February afternoon. He had called to take her out walking, and they were standing7 together at the drawing-room window. All the snow was gone, and in its stead there were clusters of snowdrops scattered8 over the brown mould. Here and there was a group of the golden-eyed polyanthus; a little yellow-hammer, perched on the garden-wall, piped its small, sweet song.[126] There was sunlight out of doors, and Nelly, looking bright and picturesque9 in her velvet10 and sable11, was impatient to leave the house.
Morgan had taken a copy of the Monthly Guest from his pocket and was pointing to a little poem on one of its pages.
“I can read it when we have had our walk,” Nelly answered. Then catching12 a slight shade of disappointment on his face, she gave her whole attention to the verses at once.
“How pretty!” she said, having conscientiously13 travelled through the thirty lines. “How strange it seems that some people should have the power of putting their ideas into rhyme! The writer has a nice name,—Eve Hazleburn.”
“Perhaps it is merely a nom-de-plume,” replied Morgan, returning the journal to his pocket.
Nelly thought within herself that she had never found her lover a pleasanter companion than he was that day. He amused her with little stories of his college life, and even went[127] back to his grammar-school days in search of incidents. It was a delightful14 walk; twilight15 was creeping on when they found themselves at the house-door again, but Morgan came no farther than the threshold.
“No, thank you,” he said; “I cannot dine with you to-night; I must go home and write letters. Good-night, Nelly dear.”
He went his way through the leafless lanes, past the cottages and gardens, to the old sexton’s ivy-covered dwelling16. Then he lifted the latch17 and went straight to the little parlour that had been given up to his use. It was a very small room, so low that the beam across the ceiling was blackened and blistered18 by the heat from the curate’s reading lamp. Six rush-bottomed chairs stood with their backs against the wall, and a carpet-covered hassock was the sole pretension19 to luxury that the apartment contained. But a cheerful fire was blazing in the grate, and on a little red tray stood a homely20 black teapot.
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“I saw you a-comin’ through the lane, sir, and I’ve boiled an egg for you,” said his good landlady21, bustling22 in. “It’s bitter cold still. My good man hopes you’ll keep your fire up.”
She went back to her own quarters with a troubled look on her kindly23 old face. Somehow, her lodger24 did not seem quite so bright as he ought to have been after taking a walk with his sweetheart. She thought they must have had a lovers’ quarrel; and, woman-like, was disposed to lay the blame thereof on her own sex.
“All girls is fond of worritin’ men; high or low, rich or poor, they’re all alike,” she said, to her husband. “They don’t like going on too peaceable. Nothin’ pleases ’em so well as a bit of a tiff25 now and then. But if Miss Channell don’t know when she’s well off, she’s a foolish body;—women are a’most as bad as the children of Israel, a-quarrelling with their blessings26!”
While the sexton’s wife was misjudging poor unconscious Nelly, the curate sat lingering over his tea-cup. He was thoroughly27 realizing, for[129] the first time, that he had made a mistake in asking Miss Channell to be his wife. It was a little thing that had opened his eyes to the blunder,—merely her way of reading the little poem in the Monthly Guest. He had been always vaguely28 hoping that something would bring them nearer together, and make it possible for him to give all that he ought to give; and he had thought that the poem would do it. The verses seemed to have proceeded straight from some human heart, whose feelings and aspirations29 were identical with his own. They expressed the same sense of failure and hope which every earnest worker for God must feel. They described the peace which always grows out of hearty30 effort, even if that effort be not a success.
Just one word or look of comprehension would have led him on to speak out of his interior self. But poor Nelly saw nothing in the poem beyond its rhymes. She was like one who misses the diamond in gazing at its setting.
“Thank God!” he said, half aloud, [130]“that I can hide my sense of disappointment from her! She shall never know that I want anything but her sweetness and goodness, poor child! What a happy man I ought to be, and yet what an ungrateful wretch31 I seem in my own eyes!”
He sat looking sadly into the red hollow of the neglected fire and sighed heavily.
“I am like old Bunyan’s pilgrims,” he continued. “I remember that they came to a place where they saw a way put itself into their way, and seemed withal to lie as straight as the way which they should go. And now I fear that I have gone out of my right path without knowing it. Well, so long as the penalty falls upon me only, I can bear it!”
But his spirit was still disquieted32 when he went to his little chamber5 that night. He lay awake for hours thinking of Nelly, and of the future which lay before them both.
Next morning came a letter, in his father’s handwriting, which was full of sad tidings. His mother was dangerously ill;—could he not come to her at once?
Morgan went straightway to the rectory, and laid his case before the rector. The old man had his son, a young deacon, staying in his house, and readily consented to spare his curate. Then there was a letter to Nelly to be written, explaining the cause of his sudden departure. Before noon the train was bearing him far away from the vales and woods of Huntsdean, straight to the great world of London. And from Euston Square he travelled to the ancient Warwickshire city where his parents had made their home.
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