The Well-Beloved | Page 6

artist, and learnt to draw London suburban villas from printed
copies.
Avice had seen all this before he pointed it out, but, with a girl's
tractability, had acquiesced. By constitution she was local to the bone,
but she could not escape the tendency of the age.
The time for Jocelyn's departure drew near, and she looked forward to
it sadly, but serenely, their engagement being now a settled thing.
Pierston thought of the native custom on such occasions, which had
prevailed in his and her family for centuries, both being of the old stock
of the isle. The influx of 'kimberlins,' or 'foreigners' (as strangers from
the mainland of Wessex were called), had led in a large measure to its
discontinuance; but underneath the veneer of Avice's education many
an old-fashioned idea lay slumbering, and he wondered if, in her
natural melancholy at his leaving, she regretted the changing manners
which made unpopular the formal ratification of a betrothal, according
to the precedent of their sires and grandsires.

1. III. THE APPOINTMENT
'Well,' said he, 'here we are, arrived at the fag-end of my holiday. What
a pleasant surprise my old home, which I have not thought worth
coming to see for three or four years, had in store for me!'
'You must go to-morrow?' she asked uneasily.

'Yes.'
Something seemed to overweigh them; something more than the
natural sadness of a parting which was not to be long; and he decided
that instead of leaving in the daytime as he had intended, he would
defer his departure till night, and go by the mail-train from Budmouth.
This would give him time to look into his father's quarries, and enable
her, if she chose, to walk with him along the beach as far as to Henry
the Eighth's Castle above the sands, where they could linger and watch
the moon rise over the sea. She said she thought she could come.
So after spending the next day with his father in the quarries Jocelyn
prepared to leave, and at the time appointed set out from the stone
house of his birth in this stone isle to walk to Budmouth-Regis by the
path along the beach, Avice having some time earlier gone down to see
some friends in the Street of Wells, which was halfway towards the
spot of their tryst. The descent soon brought him to the pebble bank,
and leaving behind him the last houses of the isle, and the ruins of the
village destroyed by the November gale of 1824, he struck out along
the narrow thread of land. When he had walked a hundred yards he
stopped, turned aside to the pebble ridge which walled out the sea, and
sat down to wait for her.
Between him and the lights of the ships riding at anchor in the
roadstead two men passed slowly in the direction he intended to pursue.
One of them recognized Jocelyn, and bade him good-night, adding,
'Wish you joy, sir, of your choice, and hope the wedden will be soon!'
'Thank you, Seaborn. Well--we shall see what Christmas will do
towards bringing it about.'
'My wife opened upon it this mornen: "Please God, I'll up and see that
there wedden," says she, "knowing 'em both from their crawling days."'
The men moved on, and when they were out of Pierston's hearing the
one who had not spoken said to his friend, 'Who was that young
kimberlin? He don't seem one o' we.'

'Oh, he is, though, every inch o' en. He's Mr. Jocelyn Pierston, the
stwone-merchant's only son up at East Quarriers. He's to be married to
a stylish young body; her mother, a widow woman, carries on the same
business as well as she can; but their trade is not a twentieth part of
Pierston's. He's worth thousands and thousands, they say, though 'a do
live on in the same wold way up in the same wold house. This son is
doen great things in London as a' image-carver; and I can mind when,
as a boy, 'a first took to carving soldiers out o' bits o' stwone from the
soft-bed of his father's quarries; and then 'a made a set o' stwonen
chess-men, and so 'a got on. He's quite the gent in London, they tell me;
and the wonder is that 'a cared to come back here and pick up little
Avice Caro--nice maid as she is notwithstanding. . . . Hullo! there's to
be a change in the weather soon.'
Meanwhile the subject of their remarks waited at the appointed place
till seven o'clock, the hour named between himself and his affianced,
had struck. Almost at the moment he saw a figure coming forward from
the last lamp at the bottom of the hill. But the figure speedily resolved
itself