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On A Certain Day In february--The Cheerful Day Of St. Valentine,
In Fact--A Letter Reached mrs. Fitzpiers, Which Had Been Mentally
Promised her For That Particular Day A Long Time Before.
It Announced that Fitzpiers Was Living at Some Midland Town, Where
He Had Obtained a Temporary Practice As Assistant To Some Local
Medical Man, Whose Curative Principles Were All Wrong, Though He
Dared not Set Them Right. He Had Thought Fit To Communicate With
Her On That Day Of Tender Traditions To Inquire If, In the Event
Of His Obtaining a Substantial Practice That He Had In view
Elsewhere, She Could Forget The Past And Bring herself To Join
Him.
There The Practical Part Ended; He Then Went On--
"My Last Year Of Experience Has Added ten Years To My Age, Dear
Grace And Dearest Wife That Ever Erring man Undervalued. You May
Part 2 Chapter 20 Pg 123Be Absolutely Indifferent To What I Say, But Let Me Say It: I Have
Never Loved any Woman Alive Or Dead As I Love, Respect, And Honor
You At This Present Moment. What You Told Me In the Pride And
Haughtiness Of Your Heart I Never Believed [This, By The Way, Was
Not Strictly True]; But Even If I Had Believed it, It Could Never
Have Estranged me From You. Is There Any Use In telling you--No,
There Is Not--That I Dream Of Your Ripe Lips More Frequently Than
I Say My Prayers; That The Old Familiar Rustle Of Your Dress Often
Returns Upon My Mind Till It Distracts Me? If You Could Condescend
Even Only To See Me Again You Would Be Breathing life Into A
Corpse. My Pure, Pure Grace, Modest As A Turtledove, How Came I
Ever To Possess You? For The Sake Of Being present In your Mind On
This Lovers' Day, I Think I Would Almost Rather Have You Hate Me A
Little Than Not Think Of Me At All. You May Call My Fancies
Whimsical; But Remember, Sweet, Lost One, That 'Nature Is One In
Love, And Where 'Tis Fine It Sends Some Instance Of Itself.' I
Will Not Intrude Upon You Further Now. Make Me A Little Bit Happy
By Sending back One Line To Say That You Will Consent, At Any
Rate, To A Short Interview. I Will Meet You And Leave You As A
Mere Acquaintance, If You Will Only Afford Me This Slight Means Of
Making a Few Explanations, And Of Putting my Position Before You.
Believe Me, In spite Of All You May Do Or Feel, Your Lover
Always (Once Your Husband),
"E."
It Was, Oddly Enough, The First Occasion, Or Nearly The First On
Which Grace Had Ever Received a Love-Letter From Him, His
Courtship Having taken Place Under Conditions Which Rendered
Letter-Writing unnecessary. Its Perusal, Therefore, Had A Certain
Novelty For Her. She Thought That, Upon The Whole, He Wrote Love-
Letters Very Well. But The Chief Rational Interest Of The Letter
To The Reflective Grace Lay In the Chance That Such A Meeting as
He Proposed would Afford Her Of Setting her Doubts At Rest, One
Way Or The Other, On Her Actual Share In winterborne'S Death. The
Relief Of Consulting a Skilled mind, The One Professional Man Who
Had Seen Giles At That Time, Would Be Immense. As For That
Statement That She Had Uttered in her Disdainful Grief, Which At
The Time She Had Regarded as Her Triumph, She Was Quite Prepared
To Admit To Him That His Belief Was The True One; For In wronging
Herself As She Did When She Made It, She Had Done What To Her Was
A Far More Serious Thing, Wronged winterborne'S Memory.
Without Consulting her Father, Or Any One In the House Or Out Of
It, Grace Replied to The Letter. She Agreed to Meet Fitzpiers On
Two Conditions, Of Which The First Was That The Place Of Meeting
Should Be The Top Of Rubdown Hill, The Second That He Would Not
Object To Marty South Accompanying her.
Whatever Part, Much Or Little, There May Have Been In fitzpiers'S
So-Called valentine To His Wife, He Felt A Delight As Of The
Bursting of Spring when Her Brief Reply Came. It Was One Of The
Few Pleasures That He Had Experienced of Late Years At All
Resembling those Of His Early Youth. He Promptly Replied that He
Part 2 Chapter 20 Pg 124Accepted the Conditions, And Named the Day And Hour At Which He
Would Be On The Spot She Mentioned.
A Few Minutes Before Three On The Appointed day Found Him Climbing
The Well-Known Hill, Which Had Been The Axis Of So Many Critical
Movements In their Lives During his Residence At Hintock.
The Sight Of Each Homely And Well-Remembered object Swelled the
Regret That Seldom Left Him Now. Whatever Paths Might Lie Open To
His Future, The Soothing shades Of Hintock Were Forbidden Him
Forever As A Permanent Dwelling-Place.
He Longed for The Society Of Grace. But To Lay Offerings On Her
Slighted altar Was His First Aim, And Until Her Propitiation Was
Complete He Would Constrain Her In no Way To Return To Him. The
Least Reparation That He Could Make, In a Case Where He Would
Gladly Have Made Much, Would Be To Let Her Feel Herself Absolutely
Free To Choose Between Living with Him And Without Him.
Moreover, A Subtlist In emotions, He Cultivated as Under Glasses
Strange And Mournful Pleasures That He Would Not Willingly Let Die
Just At Present. To Show Any Forwardness In suggesting a Modus
Vivendi To Grace Would Be To Put An End To These Exotics. To Be
The Vassal Of Her Sweet Will For A Time, He Demanded no More, And
Found Solace In the Contemplation Of The Soft Miseries She Caused
Him.
Approaching the Hill-Top With A Mind Strung To These Notions,
Fitzpiers Discerned a Gay Procession Of People Coming over The
Crest, And Was Not Long In perceiving it To Be A Wedding-Party.
Though The Wind Was Keen The Women Were In light Attire, And The
Flowered waistcoats Of The Men Had A Pleasing vividness Of
Pattern. Each Of The Gentler Ones Clung To The Arm Of Her Partner
So Tightly As To Have With Him One Step, Rise, Swing, Gait, Almost
One Centre Of Gravity. In the Buxom Bride Fitzpiers Recognized no
Other Than Suke Damson, Who In her Light Gown Looked a Giantess;
The Small Husband Beside Her He Saw To Be Tim Tangs.
Fitzpiers Could Not Escape, For They Had Seen Him; Though Of All
The Beauties Of The World Whom He Did Not Wish To Meet Suke Was
The Chief. But He Put The Best Face On The Matter That He Could
And Came On, The Approaching company Evidently Discussing him And
His Separation From Mrs. Fitzpiers. As The Couples Closed upon
Him He Expressed his Congratulations.
"We Be Just Walking round The Parishes To Show Ourselves A Bit,"
Said Tim. "First We Het Across To Delborough, Then Athwart To
Here, And From Here We Go To Rubdown And Millshot, And Then Round
By The Cross-Roads Home. Home Says I, But It Won'T Be That Long!
We Be Off Next Month."
"Indeed. Where To?"
Tim Informed him That They Were Going to New Zealand. Not But
That He Would Have Been Contented with Hintock, But His Wife Was
Ambitious And Wanted to Leave, So He Had Given Way.
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"Then Good-By," Said Fitzpiers; "I May Not See You Again." He
Shook Hands With Tim And Turned to The Bride. "Good-By, Suke," He
Said, Taking her Hand Also. "I Wish You And Your Husband
Prosperity In the Country You Have Chosen." With This He Left
Them, And Hastened on To His Appointment.
The Wedding-Party Re-Formed and Resumed march Likewise. But In
Restoring his Arm To Suke, Tim Noticed that Her Full And Blooming
Countenance Had Undergone A Change. "Holloa! Me Dear--What'S The
Matter?" Said Tim.
"Nothing to Speak O'," Said She. But To Give The Lie To Her
Assertion She Was Seized with Lachrymose Twitches, That Soon
Produced a Dribbling face.
"How--What The Devil'S This About!" Exclaimed the Bridegroom.
"She'S A Little Wee Bit Overcome, Poor Dear!" Said The First
Bridesmaid, Unfolding her Handkerchief And Wiping suke'S Eyes.
"I Never Did Like Parting from People!" Said Suke, As Soon As She
Could Speak.
"Why Him In particular?"
"Well--He'S Such A Clever Doctor, That 'Tis A Thousand Pities We
Sha'N'T See Him Any More! There'Ll Be No Such Clever Doctor As He
In New Zealand, If I Should Require One; And The Thought O'T Got
The Better Of My Feelings!"
They Walked on, But Tim'S Face Had Grown Rigid And Pale, For He
Recalled slight Circumstances, Disregarded at The Time Of Their
Occurrence. The Former Boisterous Laughter Of The Wedding-Party
At The Groomsman'S Jokes Was Heard Ringing through The Woods No
More.
By This Time Fitzpiers Had Advanced on His Way To The Top Of The
Hill, Where He Saw Two Figures Emerging from The Bank On The Right
Hand. These Were The Expected ones, Grace And Marty South, Who
Had Evidently Come There By A Short And Secret Path Through The
Wood. Grace Was Muffled up In her Winter Dress, And He Thought
That She Had Never Looked so Seductive As At This Moment, In the
Noontide Bright But Heatless Sun, And The Keen Wind, And The
Purplish-Gray Masses Of Brushwood Around.
Fitzpiers Continued to Regard The Nearing picture, Till At Length
Their Glances Met For A Moment, When She Demurely Sent Off Hers At
A Tangent And Gave Him The Benefit Of Her Three-Quarter Face,
While With Courteous Completeness Of Conduct He Lifted his Hat In
A Large Arc. Marty Dropped behind; And When Fitzpiers Held Out
His Hand, Grace Touched it With Her Fingers.
"I Have Agreed to Be Here Mostly Because I Wanted to Ask You
Something important," Said Mrs. Fitzpiers, Her Intonation
Modulating in a Direction That She Had Not Quite Wished it To
Take.
"I Am Most Attentive," Said Her Husband. "Shall We Take To The
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