She was not less than ladylike in self-possession, but Mr. Wyvern’s towering sableness clearly awed her a little.  For an instant her eyes drooped, but at once she raised them and met the severe gaze with unflinching orbs.  Releasing her hand, Mr. Wyvern performed a singular little ceremony:  he laid his right palm very gently on her nutbrown hair, and his lips moved.  At the same time he all but smiled.

Alfred’s face was a delightful study the while; it said so clearly, ‘Confound the parson’s impudence!’ Mrs. Waltham, on the other hand, looked pleased as she rustled to her place at the tea-tray.

‘So Mr. Eldon has come?’ she said, glancing at Adela.  ’Alfred says he looks ill.’

‘Mother,’ interposed the young man, ’pray be accurate.  I distinctly stated that I did not even see him, and should not have known that it was he at all.  Adela is responsible for that assertion.’

‘I just saw his face,’ the girl said naturally.  ’I thought he looked ill.’

Mr. Wyvern addressed to her a question about her walk, and for a few minutes they conversed together.  There was a fresh simplicity in Adela’s way of speaking which harmonised well with her appearance and with the scene in which she moved.  A gentle English girl, this dainty home, set in so fair and peaceful a corner of the world, was just the abode one would have chosen for her.  Her beauty seemed a part of the burgeoning spring-time, She was not lavish of her smiles; a timid seriousness marked her manner to the clergyman, and she replied to his deliberately-posed questions with a gravity respectful alike of herself and of him.

In front of Mr. Wyvern stood a large cake, of which a portion was already sliced.  The vicar, at Adela’s invitation, accepted a piece of the cake; having eaten this, he accepted another; then yet another.  His absence had come back upon him, and he talked he continued to eat portions of the cake, till but a small fraction of the original structure remained on the dish.  Alfred, keenly observant of what was going on, pursed his lips from time to time and looked at his mother with exaggerated gravity, leading her eyes to the vanishing cake.  Even Adela could not but remark the reverend gentleman’s abnormal appetite, but she steadily discouraged her brother’s attempts to draw her into the joke.  At length it came to pass that Mr. Wyvern himself, stretching his hand mechanically to the dish, became aware that he had. exhibited his appreciation of the sweet food in a degree not altogether sanctioned by usage.  He fixed his eyes on the tablecloth, and was silent for a while.

As soon as the vicar had taken his departure Alfred threw himself into a chair, thrust out his legs, and exploded in laughter.

‘By Jove!’ he shouted.  ’If that man doesn’t experience symptoms of disorder!  Why, I should be prostrate for a week if I consumed a quarter of what he has put out of sight.’

‘Alfred, you are shockingly rude,’ reproved his mother, though herself laughing.  ‘Mr. Wyvern is absorbed in thought.’