"For I would lonely stand

Uplifting my white hand,

On a mission, on a mission,

To declare the coming vision."

ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING.

"Well, Grace, all things considered, perhaps I had better walk down with

you to Mackarel Lane, and then I can form a judgment on these Williamses

without committing Fanny."

"Then you do not intend to go on teaching?"

"Not while Conrade continues to brave me, and is backed up by poor

Fanny."

"I might speak to Miss Williams after church, and bring her in to

Myrtlewood for Fanny to see."

"Yes, that might do in time; but I shall make up my mind first. Poor

Fanny is so easily led that we must take care what influences fall in

her way."

"I always wished you would call."

"Yes, and I would not by way of patronage to please Mr. Touchett, but

this is for a purpose; and I hope we shall find both sisters at home."

Mackarel Lane was at right angles to the shore, running up the valley

of the Avon; but it soon ceased to be fishy, and became agricultural,

owning a few cottages of very humble gentility, which were wont to hang

out boards to attract lodgers of small means. At one of these Grace

rang, and obtained admittance to a parlour with crazy French windows

opening on a little strip of garden. In a large wheeled chair, between

the fire and the window, surrounded by numerous little appliances for

comfort and occupation, sat the invalid Miss Williams, holding out her

hand in welcome to the guests.

"A fine countenance! what one calls a fine countenance!" thought Rachel.

"Is it a delusion of insipidity as usual? The brow is good, massive, too

much for the features, but perhaps they were fuller once; eyes bright

and vigorous, hazel, the colour for thought; complexion meant to be

brilliant brunette, a pleasant glow still; hair with threads of grey.

I hope she does not affect youth; she can't be less than one or two and

thirty! Many people set up for beauties with far less claim. What is

the matter with her? It is not the countenance of deformity--accident, I

should say. Yes, it is all favourable except the dress. What a material;

what a pattern! Did she get it second-hand from a lady's-maid? Will

there be an incongruity in her conversation to match? Let us see. Grace

making inquiries--Quite at my best--Ah! she is not one of the morbid

sort, never thinking themselves better."

"I was afraid, I had not seen you out for some time."

"No; going out is a troublesome business, and sitting in the garden

answers the same purpose."

"Of air, perhaps, but hardly of change or of view."

"Oh! I assure you there is a wonderful variety," she answered, with an

eager and brilliant smile.




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