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middle of a paved
street.'
'Tell me about Helstone. You have never described it to me. I should
like to have some idea of the place you will be living in, when
ninety-six Harley Street will be looking dingy and dirty, and dull, and
shut up. Is Helstone a village, or a town, in the first place?'
'Oh, only a hamlet; I don't think I could call it a village at all. There is
the church and a few houses near it on the green--cottages, rather--with
roses growing all over them.'
'And flowering all the year round, especially at Christmas--make your
picture complete,' said he.
'No,' replied Margaret, somewhat annoyed, 'I am not making a picture. I
am trying to describe Helstone as it really is. You should not have said
that.'
'I am penitent,' he answered. 'Only it really sounded like a village in a
tale rather than in real life.'

'And so it is,' replied Margaret, eagerly. 'All the other places in England
that I have seen seem so hard and prosaic-looking, after the New Forest.
Helstone is like a village in a poem--in one of Tennyson's poems. But I
won't try and describe it any more. You would only laugh at me if I told
you what I think of it--what it really is.'
'Indeed, I would not. But I see you are going to be very resolved. Well,
then, tell me that which I should like still better to know what the
parsonage is like.'
'Oh, I can't describe my home. It is home, and I can't put its charm into
words.'
'I submit. You are rather severe to-night, Margaret.
'How?' said she, turning her large soft eyes round full upon him. 'I did
not know I was.'
'Why, because I made an unlucky remark, you will neither tell me what
Helstone is like, nor will you say anything about your home, though I
have told you how much I want to hear about both, the latter
especially.'
'But indeed I cannot tell you about my own home. I don't quite think it
is a thing to be talked about, unless you knew it.'
'Well, then'--pausing for a moment--'tell me what you do there. Here
you read, or have lessons, or otherwise improve your mind, till the
middle of the day; take a walk before lunch, go a drive with your aunt
after, and have some kind of engagement in the evening. There, now
fill up your day at Helstone. Shall you ride, drive, or walk?'
'Walk, decidedly. We have no horse, not even for papa. He walks to the
very extremity of his parish. The walks are so beautiful, it would be a
shame to drive--almost a shame to ride.'
'Shall you garden much? That, I believe, is a proper employment for
young ladies in the country.'

'I don't know. I am afraid I shan't like such hard work.'
'Archery parties--pic-nics--race-balls--hunt-balls?'
'Oh no!' said she, laughing. 'Papa's living is very small; and even if we
were near such things, I doubt if I should go to them.'
'I see, you won't tell me anything. You will only tell me that you are not
going to do this and that. Before the vacation ends, I think I shall pay
you a call, and see what you really do employ yourself in.'
'I hope you will. Then you will see for yourself how beautiful Helstone
is. Now I must go. Edith is sitting down to play, and I just know
enough of music to turn over the leaves for her; and besides, Aunt
Shaw won't like us to talk.' Edith played brilliantly. In the middle of the
piece the door half-opened, and Edith saw Captain Lennox hesitating
whether to come in. She threw down her music, and rushed out of the
room, leaving Margaret standing confused and blushing to explain to
the astonished guests what vision had shown itself to cause Edith's
sudden flight. Captain Lennox had come earlier than was expected; or
was it really so late? They looked at their watches, were duly shocked,
and took their leave.
Then Edith came back, glowing with pleasure, half-shyly, half-proudly
leading in her tall handsome Captain. His brother shook hands with him,
and Mrs. Shaw welcomed him in her gentle kindly way, which had
always something plaintive in it, arising from the long habit of
considering herself a victim to an uncongenial marriage. Now that, the
General being gone, she had every good of life, with as few drawbacks
as possible, she had been rather perplexed to find an anxiety, if not a
sorrow. She had, however, of late settled upon her own health as a
source of apprehension; she had a nervous little cough whenever she
thought about it; and some complaisant doctor ordered her just what
she desired,--a