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Part 2 Chapter 2 Allan As a Landed Gentleman

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lost in the dense mental bewilderment of feeling himself to be a stranger in his own house.The bedroom looked out over the great front door

pirit, tenderness, and sweet good humor of expression; and her hair (where a shabby old garden hat allowed it to be seen) was of just that lighter shade of brown which gave value by contrast to the darker beauty of her eyes. But these attractions passed, the little attendant blemishes and imperfections of this self-contradictory girl began again. Her nose was too short, her mouth was too large, her face was too round and too rosy. The dreadful justice of photography would have had no mercy on her; and the sculptors of classical Greece would have bowed her regretfully out of their studios. Admitting all this, and more, the girdle round Miss Milroy’s waist was the girdle of Venus nevertheless; and the passkey that opens the general heart was the key she carried, if ever a girl possessed it yet. Before Allan had picked up his second handful of flowers, Allan was in love with her.“Don’t! pray don’t, Mr. Armadale!” she said, receiving the flowers under protest, as Allan vigorously showered them back into the lap of her dress. “I am so ashamed! I didn’t mean to invite myself in that bold way into your garden; my tongue ran away with me — it did, indeed! What can I say to excuse myself? Oh, Mr. Armadale, what must you think of me?”Allan suddenly saw his way to a compliment, and tossed it up to her forthwith, with the third handful of flowers.“I’ll tell you what I think, Miss Milroy,” he said, in his blunt, boyish way. “I think the luckiest walk I ever took in my life was the walk this morning that brought me here.”He looked eager and handsome. He was not addressing a woman worn out with admiration, but a girl just beginning a woman’s life; and it did him no harm, at any rate, to speak in the character of master of Thorpe Ambrose. The penitential expression on Miss Milroy’s face gently melted away; she looked down, demure and smiling, at the flowers in her lap.“I deserve a good scolding,” she said. “I don’t deserve compliments, Mr. Armadale — least of all from you .”“Oh, yes, you do!” cried the headlong Allan, getting briskly on his legs. “Besides, it isn’t a compliment; it’s true. You are the prettiest — I beg your pardon, Miss Milroy! my tongue ran away with me that time.”Among the heavy burdens that are laid on female human nature, perhaps the heaviest, at the age of sixteen, is the burden of gravity. Miss Milroy struggled, tittered, struggled again, and composed herself for the time being.The gardener, who still stood where he had stood from the first, immovably waiting for his next opportunity, saw it now, and gently pushed his personal interests into the first gap of silence that had opened within his reach since Allan’s appearance on the scene.“I humbly bid you welcome to Thorpe Ambrose, sir,” said Abraham Sage, beginning obstinately with his little introductory speech for the second time. “My name —”Before he could deliver himself of his name, Miss Milroy looked accidentally in the horticulturist’s pertinacious face, and instantly lost her hold on her gravity beyond recall. Allan, never backward in following a boisterous example of any sort, joined in her laughter with right goodwill. The wise man of the gardens showed no surprise, and took no offense. He waited for another gap of silence, and walked in again gently with his personal interests the moment the two young people stopped to take breath.“I have been employed in the grounds,” proceeded Abraham Sage, irrepressibly, “for more than forty years —”“You shall be employed in the grounds for forty more, if you’ll only hold your tongue and take yourself off!” cried Allan, as soon as he could speak.“Thank you kindly, sir,” said the gardener, with the utmost politeness, but with no present signs either of holding his tongue or of taking himself off.“Well?” said Allan.Abraham Sage carefully cleared his throat, and shifted his rake from one hand to the other. He looked down the length of his own invaluable implement, with a grave interest and attention, seeing, apparently, not the long handle of a rake, but the long perspective of a vista, with a supplementary personal interest established at the end of it. “When more convenient, sir,” resumed this immovable man, “I should wish respectfully to speak to you about my son. Perhaps it may be more convenient in the course of the day? My humble duty, sir, and my best thanks. My son is strictly sober. He is accustomed to the stables, and he belongs to the Church of England — without incumbrances.” Having thus planted his offspring provisionally in his master’s estimation, Abraham Sage shouldered his invaluable rake, and hobbled slowly out of view.“If that’s a specimen of a trustworthy old servant,” said Allan, “I think I’d rather take my chance of being cheated by a new one. You shall not be troubled with him again, Miss Milroy, at any rate. All the flower-beds in the garden are at your disposal, and all the fruit in the fruit season, if you’ll only come here and eat it.”“Oh, Mr. Armadale, how very, very kind you are. How can I thank you?”Allan saw his way to another compliment — an elaborate compliment, in the shape of a trap, this time.“You can do me the greatest possible favor,” he said. “You can assist me in forming an agreeable impression of my own grounds.”“Dear me! how?” asked Miss Milroy, innocently.Allan judiciously closed the trap on the spot in these words: “By taking me with you, Miss Milroy, on your morning walk.” He spoke, smiled, and offered his arm.She saw the way, on her side, to a little flirtation. She rested her hand on his arm, blushed, hesitated, and suddenly took it away again.“I don’t think it’s quite right, Mr. Armadale,” she said, devoting herself with the deepest attention to her collection of flowers. “Oughtn’t we to have some old lady here? Isn’t it improper to take your arm until I know you a little better than I do now? I am obliged to ask; I have had so little instruction; I have seen so little of society, and one of papa’s friends once said my manners were too bold for my age. What do you think?”“I think it’s a very good thing your papa’s friend is not here now,” answered the outspoken Allan; “I should quarrel with him to a dead certainty. As for society, Miss Milroy, nobody knows less about it than I do; but if we had an old lady here, I must say myself I think she would be uncommonly in the way. Won’t you?” concluded Allan, imploringly offering his arm for the second time. “Do!”Miss Milroy looked up at him sidelong from her flowers “You are as bad as the gardener, Mr. Armadale!” She looked down again in a flutter of indecision. “I’m sure it’s wrong,” she said, and took his arm the instant afterward without the slightest hesitation.They moved away together over the daisied turf of the paddock, young and bright and happy, with the sunlight of the summer morning shining cloudless over their flowery path.“And where are we going to, now?” asked Allan. “Into another garden?”She laughed gayly. “How very odd of you, Mr. Armadale, not to know, when it all belongs to you! Are you really seeing Thorpe Ambrose this morning for the first time? How indescribably strange it must feel! No, no; don’t say any more complimentary things to me just yet. You may turn my head if you do. We haven’t got the old lady with us; and I really must take care of myself. Let me be useful; let me tell you all about your own grounds. We are going out at that little gate, across one of the drives in the park, and then over the rustic bridge, and then round the corner of the plantation — where do you think? To where I live, Mr. Armadale; to the lovely little cottage that you have let to papa. Oh, if you only knew how lucky we thought ourselves to get it!’She paused, looked up at her companion, and stopped another compliment on the incorrigible Allan’s lips.“I’ll drop your arm,” she said coquettishly, “if you do! We were lucky to get the cottage, Mr. Armadale. Papa said he felt under an obligation to you for letting it, the day we got in. And I said I felt under an obligation, no longer ago than last week.”“You, Miss Milroy!” exclaimed Allan.“Yes. It may surprise you to hear it; but if you hadn’t let the cottage to papa, I believe I should have suffered the indignity and misery of being sent to school.”Allan’s memory reverted to the half-crown that he had spun on the cabin-table of the yacht, at Castletown. “If she only knew that I had tossed up for it!” he thought, guiltily.“I dare say you don’t understand why I should feel such a horror of going to school,” pursued Miss Milroy, misinterpreting the momentary silence on her companion’s side. “If I had gone to school in early life — I mean at the age when other girls go — I shouldn’t have minded it now. But I had no such chance at the time. It was the time of mamma’s illness and of papa’s unfortunate speculation; and as papa had nobody to comfort him but me, of course I stayed at home. You needn’t laugh; I was of some use, I can tell you. I helped papa over his trouble, by sitting on his knee after dinner, and asking him to tell me stories of all the remarkable people he had known when he was about in the great world, at home and abroad. Without me to amuse him in the evening, and his clock to occupy him in the daytime —”“His clock?” repeated Allan.“Oh, yes! I ought to have told you. Papa is an extraordinary mechanical genius. You will say so, too, when you see his clock. It’s nothing like so large, of course, but it’s on the model of the famous clock at Strasbourg. Only think, he began it when I was eight years old; and (though I was sixteen last birthday) it isn’t finished yet! Some of our friends were quite surprised he should take to such a thing when his troubles began. But papa himself set that right in no time; he reminded them that Louis the Sixteenth took to lock-making when his troubles began, and then everybody was perfectly satisfied.” She stopped, and changed color confusedly. “Oh, Mr. Armadale,” she said, in genuine embarrassment this time, “here is my unlucky tongue running away with me again! I am talking to you already as if I had known you for years! This is what papa’s friend meant when he said my manners were too bold. It’s quite true; I have a dreadful way of getting familiar with people, if —” She checked herself suddenly, on the brink of ending the sentence by saying, “if I like them.”“No, no; do go on!” pleaded Allan. “It’s a fault of mine to be familiar, too. Besides, we must be familiar; we are such near neighbors. I’m rather an uncultivated sort of fellow, and I don’t know quite how to say it; but I want your cottage to be jolly and friendly with my house, and my house to be jolly and friendly with your cottage. There’s my meaning, all in the wrong words. Do go on, Miss Milroy; pray go on!”She smiled and hesitated. “I don’t exactly remember where I was,” she replied, “I only remember I had something I wante

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Contents

Prologue 1 The Travelers Prologue 2 The Solid Side of the Scotch Character Prologue 3 The Wreck of the Timber Ship Part 1 Chapter 1 The Mystery of Ozias Midwinter Part 1 Chapter 2 The Man Revealed Part 1 Chapter 3 Day and Night Part 1 Chapter 4 The Shadow of the Past Part 1 Chapter 5 The Shadow of the Future Part 2 Chapter 1 Lurking Mischief Part 2 Chapter 2 Allan As a Landed Gentleman Part 2 Chapter 3 The Claims of Society
Part 2 Chapter 4 The March of Events
Part 2 Chapter 5 Mother Oldershaw on Her Guard
Part 2 Chapter 6 Midwinter in Disguise
Part 2 Chapter 7 The Plot Thickens
Part 2 Chapter 8 The Norfolk Broads
Part 2 Chapter 9 Fate or Chance
Part 2 Chapter 10 The House-Maid's Face
Part 2 Chapter 11 Miss Gwilt Among the Quicksands
Part 2 Chapter 12 The Clouding of the Sky
Part 2 Chapter 13 Exit
Part 3 Chapter 1 Mrs. Milroy
Part 3 Chapter 2 The Man is Found
Part 3 Chapter 3 The Brink of Discovery
Part 3 Chapter 4 Allan at Bay
Part 3 Chapter 5 Pedgift's Remedy
Part 3 Chapter 6 Pedgift's Postscript
Part 3 Chapter 7 The Martyrdom of Miss Gwilt
Part 3 Chapter 8 She Comes Between Them
Part 3 Chapter 9 She Knows the Truth
Part 3 Chapter 10 Miss Gwilt's Diary
Part 3 Chapter 11 Love and Law
Part 3 Chapter 12 A Scandal at the Station
Part 3 Chapter 13 An Old Man's Heart
Part 3 Chapter 14 Miss Gwilt's Diary
Part 3 Chapter 15 The Wedding-Day
Part 4 Chapter 1 Miss Gwilt's Diary
Part 4 Chapter 2 The Diary Continued
Part 4 Chapter 3 The Diary Broken Off
Part 5 Chpater 1 At the Terminus
Part 5 Chapter 2 In the House
Part 5 Chapter 3 The Purple Flask
Epilogue 1 News From Norfolk
Epilogue 2 Midwinter
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