’Yes.  If I had waited for one of uncle’s horses I should have been too late.’

‘Five miles here and five back—­ten miles on foot—­merely to dance!’

‘With you.  What made you think of this old “Honeymoon” thing?’

’O! it came into my head when I saw you, as what would have been a reality with us if you had not been stupid about that licence, and had got it for a distant church.’

‘Shall we try again?’

‘No—­I don’t know.  I’ll think it over.’

The villagers admired their grace and skill, as the dancers themselves perceived; but they did not know what accompanied that admiration in one spot, at least.

’People who wonder they can foot it so featly together should know what some others think,’ a waterman was saying to his neighbour.  ’Then their wonder would be less.’

His comrade asked for information.

’Well—­really I hardly believe it—­but ’tis said they be man and wife.  Yes, sure—­went to church and did the job a’most afore ’twas light one morning.  But mind, not a word of this; for ’twould be the loss of a winter’s work to me if I had spread such a report and it were not true.’

When the dance had ended she rejoined her own section of the company.  Her father and Mr. Bellston the elder had now come out from the house, and were smoking in the background.  Presently she found that her father was at her elbow.

’Christine, don’t dance too often with young Long—­as a mere matter of prudence, I mean, as volk might think it odd, he being one of our own neighbouring farmers.  I should not mention this to ’ee if he were an ordinary young fellow; but being superior to the rest it behoves you to be careful.’

‘Exactly, papa,’ said Christine.

But the revived sense that she was deceiving him threw a damp over her spirits.  ‘But, after all,’ she said to herself, ’he is a young man of Elsenford, handsome, able, and the soul of honour; and I am a young woman of the adjoining parish, who have been constantly thrown into communication with him.  Is it not, by nature’s rule, the most proper thing in the world that I should marry him, and is it not an absurd conventional regulation which says that such a union would be wrong?’

It may be concluded that the strength of Christine’s large-minded argument was rather an evidence of weakness than of strength in the passion it concerned, which had required neither argument nor reasoning of any kind for its maintenance when full and flush in its early days.

When driving home in the dark with her father she sank into pensive silence.  She was thinking of Nicholas having to trudge on foot all those miles back after his exertions on the sward.  Mr. Everard, arousing himself from a nap, said suddenly, ’I have something to mention to ’ee, by George—­so I have, Chris!  You probably know what it is?’

She expressed ignorance, wondering if her father had discovered anything of her secret.