’Yes, very like.  Your figure and way of holding yourself is capital.  And it is just poor old Isaac’s stiff way of stooping his long rheumatic back.  What is this hanging from the branch of the tree?  Not a bird’s nest, surely.’

’Oh no! that is my bonnet.  I never can draw with my bonnet on; it makes my head so hot.  I wonder if I could manage figures.  There are so many people about here whom I should like to sketch.’

’I should say that a likeness you very much wish to take you would always succeed in,’ said Mr. Lennox.  ’I have great faith in the power of will.  I think myself I have succeeded pretty well in yours.’  Mr. Hale had preceded them into the house, while Margaret was lingering to pluck some roses, with which to adorn her morning gown for dinner.

’A regular London girl would understand the implied meaning of that speech,’ thought Mr. Lennox.  ’She would be up to looking through every speech that a young man made her for the arriere-pensee of a compliment.  But I don’t believe Margaret,—­Stay!’ exclaimed he, ‘Let me help you;’ and he gathered for her some velvety cramoisy roses that were above her reach, and then dividing the spoil he placed two in his button-hole, and sent her in, pleased and happy, to arrange her flowers.

The conversation at dinner flowed on quietly and agreeably.  There were plenty of questions to be asked on both sides—­the latest intelligence which each could give of Mrs. Shaw’s movements in Italy to be exchanged; and in the interest of what was said, the unpretending simplicity of the parsonage-ways—­above all, in the neighbourhood of Margaret, Mr. Lennox forgot the little feeling of disappointment with which he had at first perceived that she had spoken but the simple truth when she had described her father’s living as very small.

’Margaret, my child, you might have gathered us some pears for our dessert,’ said Mr. Hale, as the hospitable luxury of a freshly-decanted bottle of wine was placed on the table.

Mrs. Hale was hurried.  It seemed as if desserts were impromptu and unusual things at the parsonage; whereas, if Mr. Hale would only have looked behind him, he would have seen biscuits and marmalade, and what not, all arranged in formal order on the sideboard.  But the idea of pears had taken possession of Mr. Hale’s mind, and was not to be got rid of.

’There are a few brown beurres against the south wall which are worth all foreign fruits and preserves.  Run, Margaret, and gather us some.’

‘I propose that we adjourn into the garden, and eat them there’ said Mr. Lennox.

’Nothing is so delicious as to set one’s teeth into the crisp, juicy fruit, warm and scented by the sun.  The worst is, the wasps are impudent enough to dispute it with one, even at the very crisis and summit of enjoyment.

He rose, as if to follow Margaret, who had disappeared through the window he only awaited Mrs. Hale’s permission.  She would rather have wound up the dinner in the proper way, and with all the ceremonies which had gone on so smoothly hitherto, especially as she and Dixon had got out the finger-glasses from the store-room on purpose to be as correct as became General Shaw’s widow’s sister, but as Mr. Hale got up directly, and prepared to accompany his guest, she could only submit.