"Hush, Bessie," said her brother, roused for the first time into

sternness, "this is more than nonsense. One word more of this, and you

will cut me off from my greatest rest and pleasure."

"From the lawn where croquet waits his approbation," was on Bessie's

tongue, but she did not say it. There were moments when she stood in

fear of her brother. He paused, and as if perceiving that his vehemence

was in itself suspicious, added, "Remember, I never met her from seven

years old till after her marriage. She has been the kindest of friends

in right of our fathers' old friendship. You know how her mother nursed

me, and the sister she was to me. And Bessie, if your selfishness--I

wish I could call it thoughtlessness--involves her innocent simplicity

in any scrape, derogatory to what is becoming her situation, I shall

find it very hard to forgive you, and harder still to forgive myself for

letting you come here."

Bessie pouted for a moment, but her sweetness and good humour were never

away. "There, you have given your wicked little sister a screed," she

said, looking insinuatingly up at him. "Just as if I did not think her a

darling, and would not for the world do anything to spoil her. Have not

I been leading the most exemplary life, talking systems and visiting

cottages with Rachel and playing with the boys, and singing with the

clergyman; and here am I pounced on, as if I were come to be the serpent

in this anti-croquet paradise."

"Only a warning, Bessie."

"You'll be better now you have had it out. I've seen you suppressing it

all this time, for fear of frightening me away."

Every one knows how the afternoon croquet match on the Myrtlewood Lawn

became an institution, though with some variation in the observers

thereof, owing to the exigencies of calls, rides, and Ermine Williams's

drive, which Lady Temple took care should happen at least twice a week.

The most constant votaries of the mallet and hoop were, of course, the

two elder boys, the next pair being distant worshippers only now and

then admitted by special favour, but the ardour of their mother even

exceeded that of Bessie Keith, and it was always a disappointment to her

if she were prevented from playing. Grace and Alison Williams frequently

took their share with enjoyment, though not with the same devotion, and

visitors, civil and military, also often did their part, but the most

fervent of all these was Mr. Touchett. Ever since that call of his,

when, after long impatience of his shy jerks of conversation and

incapacity of taking leave, Miss Keith had exclaimed, "Did you ever

play at croquet? do come, and we will teach you," he had been its most

assiduous student. The first instructions led to an appointment for

more, one contest to another, and the curate was becoming almost as

regular a croquet player as Conrade himself, not conversing much but

sure to be in his place; and showing a dexterity and precision that

always made Lady Temple pleased to have him on her side, and exclaim

with delight at his hits as a public benefit to the cause, or thank

him with real gratitude when he croqued her or one of her sons out of a

difficulty.




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