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—never fell out nor “threaped。” She did not know where there was such a family for being united。
Having finished my task of gooseberry picking； I asked where the two ladies and their brother were now。
“Gone over to Morton for a walk； but they would be back in half…an… hour to tea。”
They returned within the time Hannah had allotted them： they entered by the kitchen door。 Mr。 St。 John； when he saw me； merely bowed and passed through； the two ladies stopped： Mary； in a few words； kindly and calmly expressed the pleasure she felt in seeing me well enough to be able to e down； Diana took my hand： she shook her head at me。
“You should have waited for my leave to descend；” she said。 “You still look very pale—and so thin！ Poor child！—poor girl！”
Diana had a voice toned； to my ear； like the cooing of a dove。 She possessed eyes whose gaze I delighted to encounter。 Her whole face seemed to me fill of charm。 Mary’s countenance was equally intelligent—her features equally pretty； but her expression was more reserved； and her manners； though gentle； more distant。 Diana looked and spoke with a certain authority： she had a will； evidently。 It was my nature to feel pleasure in yielding to an authority supported like hers； and to bend； where my conscience and self…respect permitted； to an active will。
“And what business have you here？” she continued。 “It is not your place。 Mary and I sit in the kitchen sometimes； because at home we like to be free； even to license—but you are a visitor； and must go into the parlour。”
“I am very well here。”
“Not at all； with Hannah bustling about and covering you with flour。”
“Besides； the fire is too hot for you；” interposed Mary。
“To be sure；” added her sister。 “e； you must be obedient。” And still holding my hand she made me rise； and led me into the inner room。
“Sit there；” she said； placing me on the sofa； “while we take our things off and get the tea ready； it is another privilege we exercise in our little moorland home—to prepare our own meals when we are so inclined； or when Hannah is baking； brewing； washing； or ironing。”
She closed the door； leaving me solus with Mr。 St。 John； who sat opposite； a book or newspaper in his hand。 I examined first； the parlour； and then its occupant。
The parlour was rather a small room； very plainly furnished； yet fortable； because clean and neat。 The old…fashioned chairs were very bright； and the walnut…wood table was like a looking…glass。 A feen and women of other days decorated the stained walls； a cupboard with glass doors contained some books and an ancient set of china。 There was no superfluous ornament in the room—not one modern piece of furniture； save a brace of workboxes and a lady’s desk in rosewood； which stood on a side…table： everything—including the carpet and curtains—looked at once well worn and well saved。
Mr。 St。 John—sitting as still as one of the dusty pictures on the walls； keeping his eyes fixed on the page he perused； and his lips mutely sealed—was easy enough to examine。 Had he been a statue instead of a man； he could not have been easier。 He was young— perhaps from twenty…eight to thirty—tall； slender； his face riveted the eye； it was like a Greek face； very pure in outline： quite a straight； classic nose； quite an Athenian mouth and chin。 It is seldom； indeed； an English face es so near the antique models as did his。 He might well be a little shocked at the irregularity of my lineaments； his own being so harmonious。 His eyes were large and blue； with brown lashes； his high forehead； colourless as ivory； was partially streaked over by careless locks of fair hair。
This is a gentle delineation； is it not； reader？ Yet he whom it describes scarcely impressed one with the idea of a gentle； a yielding； an impressible； or even of a placid nature。 Quiescent as he now sat； there was something about his nostril； his mouth； his brow； which； to my perceptions； indicated elements within either restless； or hard； or eager。 He did not speak to me one word； nor even direct to me one glance； till his sisters returned。 Diana； as she passed in and out； in the course of preparing tea； brought me a little cake； baked on the top of the oven。
“Eat that now；” she said： “you must be hungry。 Hannah says you have had nothing but some gruel since breakfast。”
I did not refuse it； for my appetite was awakened and keen。 Mr。 Rivers now closed his book； approached the table； and； as he took a seat； fixed his blue pictorial…looking eyes full on me。 There was an unceremonious directness； a searching； decided steadfastness in his gaze now； which told that intention； and not diffidence； had hitherto kept it averted from the stranger。
“You are very hungry；” he said。
“I am； sir。” It is my way—it always was my way； by instinct—ever to meet the brief with brevity； the direct with plainness。
“It is well for you that a low fever has forced you to abstain for the last three days： there would have been danger in yielding to the cravings of your appetite at first。 Now you may eat； though still not immoderately。”
“I trust I shall not eat long at your expense； sir；” was my very clumsily…contrived； unpolished answer。
“No；” he said coolly： “when you have indicated to us the residence of your friends； we can write to them； and you may be restored to home。”
“That； I must plainly tell you； is out of my power to do； being absolutely without home and friends。”
The three looked at me； but not distrustfully； I felt there was no suspicion in their glances： there was more of curiosity。 I speak particularly of the young ladies。 St。 John’s eyes； though clear enough in a literal sense； in a figurative one were difficult to fathom。 He seemed to use them rather as instruments to search other people’s thoughts； than as agents to reveal his own： the which bination of keenness and reserve was considerably more calculated to embarrass than to encourage。
“Do you mean to say；” he asked； “that you are pletely isolated from every connection？”
“I do。 Not a tie links me to any living thing： not a claim do I possess to admittance under any roof in England。”
“A most singular position at your age！”
Here I saw his glance directed to my hands； which were folded on the table before me。 I wondered what he sought there： his words soon explained the quest。
“You have never been married？ You are a spinster？”
Diana laughed。 “Why； she can’t he above seventeen or eighteen years old； St。 John；” said she。
“I am near nieen： but I am not married。 No。”
I felt a burning glow mount to my face； for bitter and agitating recollections were awakened by the allusion to marriage。 They all saw the embarrassment and the emotion。 Diana and Mary relieved me by turning their eyes elsewhere than to my crimsoned visage； but the colder and sterner brother continued to gaze； till the trouble he had excited forced out tears as well as colour。
“Where did you last reside？” he now asked。
“You are too inquisitive； St。 John；” murmured Mary in a low voice； but he leaned over the table and required an answer by a second firm and piercing look。
“The name of the place where； and of the person with whom I lived； is my secret；” I replied concisely。
“Which； if you like； you have； in my opinion； a right to keep； both from St。 John and every other questioner；” remarked Diana。
“Yet if I know nothing about you or your history； I cannot help you；” he said。 “And you need help； do you not？”
“I need it； and I seek it so far； sir； that some true philanthropist will put me in the way of getting work which I can do； and the remuneration for which will keep me； if but in the barest necessaries of life。”
“I know not whether I am a true philanthropist； yet I am willing to aid you to the utmost of my power in a purpose so honest。 First； then； tell me what you have been accustomed to do； and what you can do。”
I had now swallowed my tea。 I was mightily refreshed by the beverage； as much so as a giant with wine： it gave new tone to my unstrung nerves； and enabled me to address this perating young judge steadily。
“Mr。 Rivers；” I said； turning to him； and looking at him； as he looked at me； openly and without diffidence； “you and your sisters have done me a gre