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He started。 〃She is not ill？ Nothing serious？〃
〃Well； sir； we do hope not。 She is pinning a bit； as young ladies will。〃
Alfred was anything but consoled by this off…hand account； he became alarmed； and looked wretched。 Seeming him so perturbed； Sarah； who was blunt but good…natured； added； 〃But cook she says hard work would cure our Miss of all _she_ ails。 But who shall I say was asking？ For my work is a bit behind…hand。〃
Alfred took the hint reluctantly； and drew out his card…case； saying； 〃For Mr。 Edward Dodd。〃 She gave her clean but wettish hand a hasty wipe with her apron； and took the card。 He retired； she stood on the step and watched him out of sight； said 〃Oho！〃 and took his card to the kitchen for preliminary inspection and discussion。
Alfred Hardie was resolute； but sensitive。 He had come on the wings of Love and Hope； he went away heavily； a housemaid's tongue had shod his elastic feet with lead in a moment； of all misfortunes； sickness was what he had not anticipated； for she looked immortal。 Perhaps it was that fair and treacherous disease； consumption。 Well； if it was； he would love her all the more； would wed her as soon as he was of age； and carry her to some soft Southern clime； and keep each noxious air at bay； and prolong her life； perhaps save it。
And now he began to chafe at the social cobwebs that kept him from her。 But； just as his impatience was about to launch him into imprudence； he was saved by a genuine descendant of Adam。 James Maxley kept Mr。 Hardie's little pleasaunce trim as trim could be； by yearly contract。 This entailed short but frequent visits； and Alfred often talked with him； for the man was really a bit of a character； had a shrewd rustic wit； and a ready tongue； was rather too fond of law； and much too fond of money； but scrupulously honest： head as long as Cudworth's； but broader； and could not read a line。 One day he told Alfred that he must knock off now； and take a look in at Albion Villee。 The captain was due： and on no account would he； Maxley； allow that there ragged box round the captains quarter…deck： 〃That is how he do name their little mossel of a lawn： and there he walks for a wager； athirt and across； across and athirt； five steps and then about； and I'd a'most bet ye a halfpenny he thinks hisself on the salt sea ocean； bless his silly old heart。〃
All this time Alfred； after the first start of joyful surprise； was secretly thanking his stars for sending him an instrument。 To learn whether she had returned； he asked Maxley whether the ladies had sent for him。 〃Not they；〃 said Maxley； rather contemptuously； 〃what do women…folk care about a border； without 'tis a lace one to their nightcaps； for none but the father of all vanity to see。 Not as I have ought to say again the pair； they keep their turf tidyishand pay ready moneyand a few flowers in their pots； but the rest may shift for itself。 Ye see； Master Alfred；〃 explained Maxley； wagging his head wisely； 〃nobody's pride can be everywhere。 Now theirs is in…a…doors； their with…drawing…room it's like the Queen's palace； my missus tells me； she is wrapped up in 'em； ye know。 But the captain for my money。〃
The sage shouldered his tools and departed。 But he left a good hint behind him。 Alfred hovered about the back…door the next day till he caught Mrs。 Maxley； she supplied the house with eggs and vegetables。 〃Could she tell him whether his friend Edward Dodd was likely to come home soon？〃 She thought not； he was gone away to study。 〃He haven't much head…piece； you know； not like what Miss Julia have。 Mrs。 and Miss are to be home to…day； they wrote to cook this morning。 I shall be there to…morrow； sartain； and I'll ask in the kitchen when Master Edward is a…coming back。〃 She prattled on。 The ladies of Albion Villa were good kind ladies； the very maid…servants loved them； Miss was more for religion than her mother； and went to St。 Anne's Church Thursday evenings； and Sundays morning and evening； and visited some poor women in the parish with food and clothes； Mrs。 Dodd could not sleep a wink when the wind blew hard at night； but never complained； only came down pale to breakfast。 Miss Julia's ailment was nothing to speak of； but they were in care along of being so wrapped up in her； and no wonder； for if ever there was a duck！〃
Acting on this intelligence； Alfred went early the next Sunday to St。 Anne's Church； and sat down in the side gallery at its east end。 While the congregation flowed quietly in； the organist played the _Agnus Dei_ of Mozart。 Those pious tender tones stole over his hot young heart； and whispered； 〃Peace； be still！〃 He sighed wearily； and it passed through his mind that it might have been better for him； and especially for his studies； if he had never seen her。 Suddenly the aisle seemed to lighten up； she was gliding along it； beautiful as May； and modesty itself in dress and carriage。 She went into a pew and kneeled a minute； then seated herself and looked out the lessons for the day。 Alfred gazed at her face： devoured it。 But her eyes never roved。 She seemed to have put off feminine curiosity； and the world； at the church door。 Indeed he wished she was not quite so heavenly discreet； her lashes were delicious； but he longed to see her eyes once more； to catch a glance from them； and； by it； decipher his fate。
But no； she was there to worship； and did not discern her earthly lover； whose longing looks were glued to her； and his body rose and sank with the true worshippers； but with no more spirituality than a piston or a Jack…in…the…box。
In the last hymn before the sermon； a well…meaning worshipper in the gallery delivered a leading note； a high one； with great zeal； but small precision； being about a semitone flat； at this outrage on her too…sensitive ear； Julia Dodd turned her head swiftly to discover the offender； and failed； but her two sapphire eyes met Alfred's point…blank。
She was crimson in a moment； and lowered them on her book again； as if to look that way was to sin。 It was but a flash： but sometimes a flash fires a mine。
The lovely blush deepened and spread before it melted away； and Alfred's late cooling heart warmed itself at that sweet glowing cheek。 She never looked his way again； not once： which was a sad disappointment； but she blushed again and again before the service ended； only not so deeply。 Now there was nothing in the sermon to make her blush： I might add； there was nothing to redden her cheek with religious excitement。 There was a little candid sournessoil and vinegar against sects and Low Churchmen； but thin generality predominated。 Total： 〃Acetate of morphia；〃 for dry souls to sip。
So Alfred took all the credit of causing those sweet irrelevant blushes； and gloated： the young wretch could not help glorying in his power to tint that fair statue of devotion with earthly thoughts。
But stay！ that dear blush； was it pleasure or pain？ What if the sight of him was intolerable？
He would know how he stood with her； and on the spot。 He was one of the first to leave the church； he made for the churchyard gate； and walked slowly backwards and forwards by it； with throbbing heart till she came out。
She was prepared for him now； and bowed slightly to