way, by acknowledging the fact of her love, to another suitor, by pleading to that other suitor the fact of her love as an insuperable reason why he should be rejected.  There was no longer any doubt about it to her.  When Priscilla had declared that Hugh Stanbury was at the door, her heart had gone into her mouth.  Involuntarily she had pressed her hands to her sides, and had held her breath.  Why had he come there?  Had he come there for her?  Oh! if he had come there for her, and if she might dare to forget all the future, how sweet, sweetest of all things in heaven or earth, might be an August evening with him among the lanes!  But she, too, had endeavoured to be very prudent.  She had told herself that she was quite unfit to be the wife of a poor man, that she would be only a burden round his neck, and not an aid to him.  And in so telling herself, she had told herself also that she had been a fool not to accept Mr Glascock.  She should have dragged out from her heart the image of this man who had never even whispered a word of love in her ears, and should have constrained herself to receive with affection a man in loving whom there ought to be no difficulty.  But when she had been repeating those lessons to herself, Hugh Stanbury had not been in the house.  Now he was there, and what must be her answer if he should whisper that word of love?  She had an idea that it would be treason in her to disown the love she felt, if questioned concerning her heart by the man to whom it had been given.

They all went to church on the Sunday morning, and up to that time Nora had not been a moment alone with the man.  It had been decided that they should dine early, and then ramble out, when the evening would be less hot than the day had been, to a spot called Niddon Park.  This was nearly three miles from Nuncombe, and was a beautiful wild slope of ground full of ancient, blighted, blasted, but still half-living oaks, oaks that still brought forth leaves overlooking a bend of the river Teign.  Park, in the usual sense of the word, there was none, nor did they who lived round Nuncombe Putney know whether Niddon Park had ever been enclosed.  But of all the spots in that lovely neighbourhood, Priscilla Stanbury swore that it was the loveliest; and, as it had never yet been seen by Mrs Trevelyan or her sister, it was determined that they would walk there on this August afternoon.  There were four of them and as was natural, they fell into parties of two and two.  But Priscilla walked with Nora, and Hugh Stanbury walked with his friend’s wife.  Nora was talkative, but demure in her manner, and speaking now and again as though she were giving words and not thoughts.  She felt that there was something to hide, and was suffering from disappointment that their party should not have been otherwise divided.  Had Hugh spoken to her and asked her to be his wife, she could not have accepted him, because she knew that they were both poor, and that she was not fit to keep a poor man’s house.  She had declared to herself most plainly that that must be her course but yet she was disappointed, and talked in the knowledge that she had something to conceal.