"It really seemed," as she observed to Grace, "as if the more I talk,

the less she says." At which Grace gave way to a small short laugh,

though she owned the force of Rachel's maxim, that to bestow confidence

was the way to provoke it; and forbore to refer to a certain delightful

afternoon that Rachel, in her childhood, had spent alone with a little

girl whom she had never discovered to be deaf and dumb. Still Rachel had

never been able to make out why Grace, with no theories at all, got so

many more confidences than she did. She was fully aware of her sister's

superior attractiveness to common-place people, and made her welcome to

stand first with the chief of their kindred, and most of the clergy and

young ladies around. But it was hard that where Rachel really liked and

met half-way, the intimate confidence should always be bestowed upon

Grace, or even the mother. She had yet to learn that the way to draw out

a snail is not to, grasp its horns, and that halfway meeting is not to

launch one's self to the opposite starting point. Either her

inquiries were too point blank to invite detailed replies, or her own

communications absorbed her too much to leave room for a return. Thus

she told Miss Williams the whole story of the thrush's nest, and all

her own reflections upon the characteristics it betokened; and only

afterwards, on thinking over the conversation, perceived that she had

elicited nothing but that it was very difficult to judge in such cases,

not even any decided assent to her own demonstrations. It was true that

riots and breaches of the peace ceased while Miss Williams was in the

house, and learning and good manners were being fast acquired; but until

Conrade's duplicity should be detected, or the whole disposition of

the family discussed with herself, Rachel doubted the powers of the

instructress. It was true that Fanny was very happy with her, and only

regretted that the uncertainty of the Major's whereabouts precluded his

being informed of the newly-found treasure; but Fanny was sure to be

satisfied as long as her boys were happy and not very naughty, and she

cared very little about people's minds.

If any one did "get on" with the governess it was Grace, who had been

the first acquaintance in the family, and met her often in the service

of the parish, as well as in her official character at the Homestead.

It so chanced that one Sunday afternoon they found themselves

simultaneously at the door of the school-house, whence issued not the

customary hum, but loud sounds of singing.

"Ah!" said Grace, "Mr. Touchett was talking of getting the choir master

from Avoncester, and giving up an afternoon to practice for Easter, but

he never told me it was to be to-day."




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