'I must now hasten home,'said she.'I felt that,considering my shortcomings at our parting so many years ago,I owed you the initiative now.''There is some of your old generosity in that.I'll walk with you,if I may.Where are you living,Christine?'
'In the same house,but not on the old conditions.I have part of it on lease;the farmer now tenanting the premises found the whole more than he wanted,and the owner allowed me to keep what rooms I chose.
I am poor now,you know,Nicholas,and almost friendless.My brother sold the Froom-Everard estate when it came to him,and the person who bought it turned our home into a farmhouse.Till my father's death my husband and I lived in the manor-house with him,so that I have never lived away from the spot.'She was poor.That,and the change of name,sufficiently accounted for the inn-servant's ignorance of her continued existence within the walls of her old home.
It was growing dusk,and he still walked with her.A woman's head arose from the declivity before them,and as she drew nearer,Christine asked him to go back.
'This is the wife of the farmer who shares the house,'she said.
'She is accustomed to come out and meet me whenever I walk far and am benighted.I am obliged to walk everywhere now.'The farmer's wife,seeing that Christine was not alone,paused in her advance,and Nicholas said,'Dear Christine,if you are obliged to do these things,I am not,and what wealth I can command you may command likewise.They say rolling stones gather no moss;but they gather dross sometimes.I was one of the pioneers to the gold-fields,you know,and made a sufficient fortune there for my wants.What is more,I kept it.When I had done this I was coming home,but hearing of my uncle's death I changed my plan,travelled,speculated,and increased my fortune.Now,before we part:you remember you stood with me at the altar once,and therefore I speak with less preparation than I should otherwise use.Before we part then I ask,shall another again intrude between us?Or shall we complete the union we began?'She trembled--just as she had done at that very minute of standing with him in the church,to which he had recalled her mind.'I will not enter into that now,dear Nicholas,'she replied.'There will be more to talk of and consider first--more to explain,which it would have spoiled this meeting to have entered into now.''Yes,yes;but--'
'Further than the brief answer I first gave,Nic,don't press me to-night.I still have the old affection for you,or I should not have sought you.Let that suffice for the moment.'
'Very well,dear one.And when shall I call to see you?'
'I will write and fix an hour.I will tell you everything of my history then.'
And thus they parted,Nicholas feeling that he had not come here fruitlessly.When she and her companion were out of sight he retraced his steps to Roy-Town,where he made himself as comfortable as he could in the deserted old inn of his boyhood's days.He missed her companionship this evening more than he had done at any time during the whole fifteen years;and it was as though instead of separation there had been constant communion with her throughout that period.The tones of her voice had stirred his heart in a nook which had lain stagnant ever since he last heard them.They recalled the woman to whom he had once lifted his eyes as to a goddess.Her announcement that she had been another's came as a little shock to him,and he did not now lift his eyes to her in precisely the same way as he had lifted them at first.But he forgave her for marrying Bellston;what could he expect after fifteen years?
He slept at Roy-Town that night,and in the morning there was a short note from her,repeating more emphatically her statement of the previous evening--that she wished to inform him clearly of her circumstances,and to calmly consider with him the position in which she was placed.Would he call upon her on Sunday afternoon,when she was sure to be alone?
'Nic,'she wrote on,'what a cosmopolite you are!I expected to find my old yeoman still;but I was quite awed in the presence of such a citizen of the world.Did I seem rusty and unpractised?Ah--you seemed so once to me!'
Tender playful words;the old Christine was in them.She said Sunday afternoon,and it was now only Saturday morning.He wished she had said to-day;that short revival of her image had vitalized to sudden heat feelings that had almost been stilled.Whatever she might have to explain as to her position--and it was awkwardly narrowed,no doubt--he could not give her up.Miss Everard or Mrs.Bellston,what mattered it?--she was the same Christine.
He did not go outside the inn all Saturday.He had no wish to see or do anything but to await the coming interview.So he smoked,and read the local newspaper of the previous week,and stowed himself in the chimney-corner.In the evening he felt that he could remain indoors no longer,and the moon being near the full,he started from the inn on foot in the same direction as that of yesterday,with the view of contemplating the old village and its precincts,and hovering round her house under the cloak of night.
With a stout stick in his hand he climbed over the five miles of upland in a comparatively short space of time.Nicholas had seen many strange lands and trodden many strange ways since he last walked that path,but as he trudged he seemed wonderfully like his old self,and had not the slightest difficulty in finding the way.In descending to the meads the streams perplexed him a little,some of the old foot-bridges having been removed;but he ultimately got across the larger water-courses,and pushed on to the village,avoiding her residence for the moment,lest she should encounter him,and think he had not respected the time of her appointment.
