首页 >出版文学> SYLVIA’S LOVERS>第9章
  butinthestatebed,overshadowingsolargeaportionofthefloor,thebirthsand,asfarasmaybe,thedeaths,ofthehouseholdtakeplace。
  AttheCorneys',theunitedeffortsofsomeformergenerationofthefamilyhadproducedpatchworkcurtainsandcoverlet;andpatchworkwaspatchworkinthosedays,beforetheearlyYatesandPeelshadfoundoutthesecretofprintingtheparsley—leaf。ScrapsofcostlyIndianchintzesandpalempourswereintermixedwithcommonerblackandredcalicoinminutehexagons;
  andthevarietyofpatternsservedfortheusefulpurposeofpromotingconversationaswellasthemoreobviousoneofdisplayingthework—woman'staste。Sylvia,forinstance,beganatoncetoheroldfriend,MollyBrunton,whohadaccompaniedherintothischambertotakeoffherhatandcloak,witharemarkononeofthechintzes。Stoopingoverthecounterpane,withafaceintowhichtheflushwouldcomewhetherorno,shesaidtoMolly,——
  'Dear!Ineverseedthisoneafore——this——forallt'worldliketh'
  eyesinapeacock'stall。'
  'Thou'sseenitmanyatimeandoft,lass。Butweren'tthousurprisedtofindCharleyhere?WepickedhimupatShields,quitebysurpriselike;
  andwhenBruntonandmesaidaswewascomin'here,noughtwouldservehimbutcomin'withus,fort'seet'NewYearin。It'sapityasyourmother'sta'enthistunefort'fallillandwantyo'backsoearly。'
  Sylviahadtakenoffherhatandcloakbythistime,andbegantohelpMollyandayoungerunmarriedsisterinlayingoutthesubstantialsupper。
  'Here,'continuedMrsBrunton;'stickabito'hollyi'yonpig'smouth,that'sthewaywedothingsi'Newcassel;butfolksissobehindhandinMonkshaven。It'safinethingtoliveinalargetown,Sylvia;an'ifyo'relookingoutforahusband,I'dadviseyo'totak'oneaslivesinatown。
  IfeelasifIwereburiedalivecomin'backhere,suchanout—o'—t'—wayplaceaftert'Side,wheerethere'smanyahundredcartsandcarriagesgoespastinaday。I'veagreatmindfort'takyo'twolassiesbackWi'
  me,andletyo'seeabito't'world;maybe,Imayyet。
  HersisterBessylookedmuchpleasedwiththisplan,butSylviawasratherinclinedtotakeoffenceatMolly'spatronizingways,andreplied,——
  'I'mnonesofondo'noiseandbustle;why,yo'llnotbeabletohearyourselsspeakwi'allthemcartsandcarriages。I'draytherbideathome;
  letalonethatmothercan'tspareme。'
  Itwas,perhaps,aratherungraciouswayofansweringMollyBrunton'sspeech,andsoshefeltittobe,althoughherinvitationhadbeennoneofthemostcourteouslyworded。SheirritatedSylviastillfurtherbyrepeatingherlastwords,——
  '"Mothercan'tspareme;"why,mother'llhavetosparetheesometime,whent'timeforweddingcomes。'
  'I'mnonegoingtobewed,'saidSylvia;'andifIwere,I'dnivergofarfra'mother。'
  'Eh!whataspoiltdarlingitis。HowBruntonwilllaughwhenItellhimaboutyo';Brunton'sarareoneforlaughin'。It'sagreatthingtohavegotsuchamerrymanforahusband。Why!hehashisjokeforeveryoneascomesintot'shop;andhe'llha'somethingfunnytosaytoeverythingthisevenin'。'
  BessysawthatSylviawasannoyed,and,withmoredelicacythanhersister,shetriedtoturntheconversation。
  'That'saprettyribboninthyhair,Sylvia;I'dliketohaveoneo'
  t'samepattern。Feytherlikespickledwalnutsstuckaboutt'roundo'
  beef,Molly。'
  'IknowwhatI'mabout,'repliedMrsBrunton,withatossofhermarriedhead。
  Bessyresumedherinquiry。
  'Isthereanymoretobehadwheerethatcomefra',Sylvia?'
  'Idon'tknow,'repliedSylvia。'Itcomefra'Foster's,andyo'canask。'
  'Whatmightitcost?'saidBetsy,fingeringanendofittotestitsquality。
  'Ican'ttell,'saidSylvia,'itwereapresent。'
  'Nivermak'adoaboutt'price,'saidMolly;'I'llgi'etheeenoughon'ttotieupthyhair,justlikeSylvia's。Onlythouhastn'tsuchwealtho'curlsasshehas;it'llniverlookt'samei'thystraightlocks。Andwhomightitbeasgiveitthee,Sylvia?'askedtheunscrupulous,ifgood—naturedMolly。
  'MycousinPhilip,himasisshopmanatFoster's,'saidSylvia,innocently。
  ButitwasfartoogoodanopportunityfortheexerciseofMolly'skindofwitforhertopassover。
  'Oh,oh!ourcousinPhilip,isit?andhe'llnotbelivingsofarawayfromyourmother?I'venoneedbeawitchtoputtwoandtwotogether。
  He'sacominghereto—night,isn'the,Bessy?'
  'Iwishyo'wouldn'ttalkso,Molly,'saidSylvia;'meandPhilipisgoodenoughfriends,butweniverthinkoneachotherinthatway;leastways,Idon't'(Sweetbutter!nowthat'smymother'sold—fashionedway;asiffolksmusteatsweetbutternow—a—days,becausehermotherdid!)Thatway,'continuedMolly,inthemannerthatannoyedSylviasomuch,repeatingherwordsasifforthepurposeoflaughingatthem。'"Thatway?"andpraywhatist'
  wayyo'respeakingon?Iniversaidnoughtaboutmarrying,didI,thatyo'needlooksoredandshamefacedaboutyo'rcousinPhilip?But,asBruntonsays,ift'capfitsyo',putiton。I'mgladhe'scomin'to—nighttho',forasI'mdonemakin'loveandcourtin',it'snextbestt'watchotherfolks;an'yo'rface,Sylvia,haslettenmeintoasecret,asI'dsomeglimpsesonaforeIwaswed。'
  SylviasecretlydeterminednottospeakawordmoretoPhilipthanshecouldhelp,andwonderedhowshecouldeverhavelikedMollyatall,muchlesshavemadeacompanionofher。Thetablewasnowlaidout,andnothingremainedbuttocriticisethearrangementalittle。
  Bessywasfullofadmiration。
  'Theere,Molly!'saidshe。'Yo'niverseedmorevittlebroughttogetheri'Newcassel,I'llbebound;there'llbeabovehalfahundredweighto'
  butcher'smeat,besidepiesandcustards。I'veeatennodinnerthesetwodaysforthinkingon't;it'sbeenawearyburdenonmymind,butit'soffnowIseehowwellitlooks。Itoldmothernottocomenearittillwe'dspreaditallout,andnowI'llgofetchher。'
  Bessyranoffintothehouse—place。
  'It'swellenoughinacountrykindo'way,'saidMolly,withthefaintapprobationofcondescension。'ButifI'dthoughton,I'dha'brought'emdownabeastortwodonei'sponge—cake,wi'currantsforhiseyestogivet'tableanair。'
  Thedoorwasopened,andBessycameinsmilingandblushingwithproudpleasure。Hermotherfollowedherontip—toe,smoothingdownherapron,andwithhervoicesubduedtoawhisper:——
  'Ay,mylass,itisfine!Butdunnotmak'anadoaboutit,let'emthinkit'sjustourcommonway。Ifanyonesaysaughtabouthowgoodt'vittleis,tak'itcalm,andsaywe'nbetteri't'house,——it'llmak'
  'emeatWi'abetterappetite,andthinkthemoreonus。Sylvie,I'mmuchbeholdent'yeforcomin'soearly,andhelpin't'lasses,butyo'muncomeint'house—placenow,t'folksisgatherin',an'yo'rcousin'sbeenaskingafteryo'a'ready。'
  Mollygaveheranudge,whichmadeSylvia'sfacegoallaflamewithangryembarrassment。ShewasconsciousthatthewatchingwhichMollyhadthreatenedherwithbegandirectly;forMollywentuptoherhusband,andwhisperedsomethingtohimwhichsethimoffinachucklinglaugh,andSylviawasawarethathiseyesfollowedheraboutwithknowinglooksalltheevening。ShewouldhardlyspeaktoPhilip,andpretendednottoseehisoutstretchedhand,butpassedontothechimney—corner,andtriedtoshelterherselfbehindthebroadbackoffarmerCorney,whohadnonotionofrelinquishinghiscustomaryplaceforalltheyoungpeoplewhoevercametothehouse,——orforanyoldpeopleeither,forthatmatter。Itwashishouseholdthrone,andtherehesatwithnomoreideaofabdicatinginfavourofanycomerthanKingGeorgeatStJames's。Buthewasgladtoseehisfriends;andhadpaidthemtheunwontedcomplimentofshavingonaweek—day,andputtingonhisSundaycoat。Theunitedeffortsofwifeandchildrenhadfailedtopersuadehimtomakeanyfartherchangeinhisattire;toalltheirargumentsonthisheadhehadreplied,——
  'Themasdoesn'tliket'seemei'mywork—a—daywescutandbreechesmaybideaway。'
  Itwasthelongestsentencehesaidthatday,butherepeateditseveraltimesover。Hewasgladenoughtoseealltheyoungpeople,buttheywerenot'ofhiskidney,'asheexpressedittohimself,andhedidnotfeelanycalluponhimselftoentertainthem。Heleftthattohisbustlingwife,allsmartnessandsmiles,andtohisdaughtersandson—in—law。Hiseffortsathospitalityconsistedinsittingstill,smokinghispipe;whenanyonecame,hetookitoutofhismouthforaninstant,andnoddedhisheadinacheerfulfriendlyway,withoutawordofspeech;andthenreturnedtohissmokingwiththegreaterrelishforthemoment'sintermission。Hethoughttohimself:——
  'They'reaseto'youngchapsasthinksmoreont'lassesthanonbaccy;——they'llfindouttheirmistakeintime;give'emtime,give'emtime。'
  Andbeforeeighto'clock,hewentasquietlyasamanoftwelvestonecanupstairstobed,havingmadeapreviousarrangementwithhiswifethatsheshouldbringhimupabouttwopoundsofspicedbeef,andahottumblerofstiffgrog。ButatthebeginningoftheeveningheformedagoodscreenforSylvia,whowasratherafavouritewiththeoldman,fortwicehespoketoher。
  'Feythersmokes?'
  'Yes,'saidSylvia。
  'Reachmet'baccy—box,mylass。'
  Andthatwasalltheconversationthatpassedbetweenherandhernearestneighbourforthefirstquarterofanhouraftershecameintocompany。
  But,forallherscreen,shefeltapairofeyeswerefixeduponherwithaglowofadmirationdeepeningtheirhonestbrightness。Somehow,lookinwhatdirectionshewould,shecaughttheglanceofthoseeyesbeforeshecouldseeanythingelse。Sosheplayedwithherapron—strings,andtriednottofeelsoconscious。Therewereanotherpairofeyes,——notsuchbeautiful,sparklingeyes,——deep—set,earnest,sad,nay,evengloomy,watchinghereverymovement;butofthisshewasnotaware。Philiphadnotrecoveredfromtherebuffshehadgivenhimbyrefusinghisofferedhand,andwasstandingstill,inangrysilence,whenMrsCorneythrustayoungwomanjustarriveduponhisattention。
  'Come,MeasterHepburn,here'sNancyPrattwi'outev'nasoultospeakt'her,an'yo'mopin'theere。Shesayssheknowsyo'bysightfra'havingdealtatFoster'sthesesixyear。Seeifyo'can'tfindsummutt'sayt'
  eachother,forImungopourouttea。Dixons,an'Walkers,an'Elliotts,an'Smithsiscome,saidshe,markingoffthefamiliesonherfingers,asshelookedroundandcalledovertheirnames;'an'there'sonlyWillLathaman'histwosisters,andRogerHarbottle,an'Taylort'comean'
  they'llturnupaforetea'sended。'
  Soshewentofftoherdutyattheonetable,which,placedalongsideofthedresser,wastheonlyarticleoffurnitureleftinthemiddleoftheroom:alltheseatsbeingarrangedasclosetothefourwallsascouldbemanaged。Thecandlesofthosedaysgavebutafaintlightcomparedtothelightoftheimmensefire,whichitwasapointofhospitalitytokeepatthehighestroaring,blazingpitch;theyoungwomenoccupiedtheseats,withtheexceptionoftwoorthreeoftheelderones,who,inaneagerdesiretoshowtheircapability,insistedonhelpingMrsCorneyinherduties,verymuchtoherannoyance,astherewerecertainlittlecontrivancesforekingoutcream,andadjustingthestrengthofthecupsofteatotheworldlypositionoftheintendeddrinkers,whichshedidnotlikeeveryonetosee。Theyoungmen,——whomteadidnotembolden,andwhohadasyethadnochanceofstrongerliquor,——clusteredinrusticshynessroundthedoor,notspeakingeventothemselves,exceptnowandthen,whenone,apparentlythewagoftheparty,madesomewhisperedremark,whichsetthemallofflaughing;butinaminutetheycheckedthemselves,andpassedthebackoftheirhandsacrosstheirmouthstocomposethatunluckyfeature,andthensomewouldtrytofixtheireyesontheraftersoftheceiling,inamannerwhichwasdecorousifratherabstractedfromthebusinessinhand。
  Mostofthesewereyoungfarmers,withwhomPhiliphadnothingincommon,andfromwhom,inshyreserve,hehadwithdrawnhimselfwhenhefirstcamein。ButnowhewishedhimselfamongthemsoonerthansettotalktoNancyPratt,whenhehadnothingtosay。Andyethemighthavehadacompanionlesstohismind,forshewasadecentyoungwomanofasoberage,lessinclinedtogigglethanmanyoftheyoungerones。ButallthetimethathewasmakingcommonplaceremarkstoherhewaswonderingifhehadoffendedSylvia,andwhyshewouldnotshakehandswithhim,andthispre—occupationofhisthoughtsdidnotmakehimanagreeablecompanion。NancyPratt,whohadbeenengagedforsomeyearstoamateofawhaling—ship,perceivedsomethingofhisstateofmind,andtooknooffenceatit;onthecontrary,shetriedtogivehimpleasurebyadmiringSylvia。
  'I'veoftenheerdtellonher,'saidshe,'butIniverthoughtshe'sbesopretty,andsostaidandquiet—liketoo。T'mostparto'girlsashaslookslikehersarealwaysgape—gazingtocatchotherfolks'seyes,andseewhatisthoughton'em;butshelooksjustlikeachild,abitflusteredwi'comingintocompany,andgettin'intoasdarkacornerandbidin'asstillasshecan。
  JustthenSylvialiftedupherlong,darklashes,andcatchingthesameglancewhichshehadsooftenmetbefore——CharleyKinraidwasstandingtalkingtoBruntonontheoppositesideofthefire—place——shestartedbackintotheshadowasifshehadnotexpectedit,andinsodoingspiltherteaalloverhergown。Shecouldalmosthavecried,shefeltherselfsoawkward,andasifeverythingwasgoingwrongwithher;shethoughtthateveryonewouldthinkshehadneverbeenincompanybefore,anddidnotknowhowtobehave;andwhileshewasthusflutteredandcrimson,shesawthroughhertearfuleyesKinraidonhiskneesbeforeher,wipinghergownwithhissilkpockethandkerchief,andheardhimspeakingthroughallthebuzzofcommiseratingvoices。
  'Yourcupboardhandleissomuchi'th'way——Ihurtmyelbowagainstitonlythisveryafternoon。'
  Soperhapsitwasnoclumsinessofhers,——astheywouldallknow,now,sincehehadsoskilfullylaidtheblamesomewhereelse;andafterallitturnedoutthatheraccidenthadbeenthemeansofbringinghimacrosstoherside,whichwasmuchmorepleasantthanhavinghimopposite,staringather;fornowhebegantotalktoher,andthiswasverypleasant,althoughshewasratherembarrassedattheirtete—a—teteatfirst。
  'IdidnotknowyouagainwhenIfirstsawyou,'saidhe,inatonewhichimpliedagooddealmorethanwasutteredinwords。
  'Iknowedyo'atonce,'shereplied,softly,andthensheblushedandplayedwithherapron—string,andwonderedifsheoughttohaveconfessedtotheclearnessofherrecollection。
  'You'regrownupinto——well,perhapsit'snotmannerstosaywhatyou'regrowninto——anyhow,Ishan'tforgetyo'again。'
  Moreplayingwithherapron—string,andheadhungstilllowerdown,thoughthecornersofhermouthwouldgoupinashysmileofpleasure。
  Philipwatcheditallasgreedilyasifitgavehimdelight。
  'Yo'rfather,he'llbewellandhearty,Ihope?'askedCharley。
  'Yes,'repliedSylvia,andthenshewishedshecouldoriginatesomeremark;hewouldthinkhersostupidifshejustkeptonsayingsuchlittleshortbitsofspeeches,andifhethoughtherstupidhemightperhapsgoawayagaintohisformerplace。
  Buthewasquitefarenoughgoneinloveofherbeauty,andprettymodestways,nottocaremuchwhethershetalkedorno,solongassheshowedherselfsopleasinglyconsciousofhiscloseneighbourhood。
  'Imustcomeandseetheoldgentleman;andyourmother,too,'headdedmoreslowly,forherememberedthathisvisitslastyearhadnotbeenquitesomuchwelcomedbyBellRobsonasbyherhusband;perhapsitwasbecauseoftheamountofdrinkwhichheandDanielmanagedtogetthroughofanevening。HeresolvedthisyeartobemorecarefultopleasethemotherofSylvia。
  Whenteawasendedtherewasagreatbustleandshiftingofplaces,whileMrsCorneyandherdaughterscarriedouttraysfullofusedcups,andgreatplattersofuneatenbreadandbutterintotheback—kitchen,tobewashedupaftertheguestsweregone。Justbecauseshewassoconsciousthatshedidnotwanttomove,andbreakupthelittleconversationbetweenherselfandKinraid,Sylviaforcedherselftobeasactiveintheservicegoingonasbecameafriendofthehouse;andshewastoomuchhermother'sowndaughtertofeelcomfortableatleavingallthethingsinthedisorderwhichtotheCorneygirlswassecondnature。
  'Thismilkmungobacktot'dairy,Ireckon,'saidshe,loadingherselfwithmilkandcream。
  'Niverfashthysel'aboutit,'saidNellyCorney,'Christmascomesbutonestayear,ifitdoesgosour;andmothersaidshe'dhaveagameatforfeitsfirstthingafterteatoloosenfolks'stongues,andmixupt'
  ladsandlasses,socomealong。'
  ButSylviasteeredhercarefulwaytothecoldchillofthedairy,andwouldnotbesatisfiedtillshehadcarriedawayalltheunusedprovisionintosomefresherairthanthatheatedbythefiresandovensusedforthelongday'scookingofpiesandcakesandmuchroastmeat。
  Whentheycamebackaroundofred—faced'lads,'asyoungmenuptofive—and—thirtyarecalledinLancashireandYork—shireiftheyarenotmarriedbefore,andlasses,whoseagewasnottobedefined,wereplayingatsomecountrygame,inwhichthewomenwereapparentlymoreinterestedthanthemen,wholookedshamefaced,andafraidofeachother'sridicule。
  MrsCorney,however,knewhowtoremedythis,andatasignfromheragreatjugofbeerwasbroughtin。Thisjugwastheprideofherheart,andwasintheshapeofafatmaninwhiteknee—breeches,andathree—corneredhat;withonearmhesupportedthepipeinhisbroad,smilingmouth,andtheotherwasplacedakimboandformedthehandle。Therewasalsoagreatchinapunch—bowlfilledwithgrogmadeafteranoldship—receiptcurrentintheseparts,butnottoostrong,becauseiftheirvisitorshadtoomuchtodrinkatthatearlypartoftheevening'itwouldspoilt'fun,'asNellyCorneyhadobserved。Herfather,however,afterthenotionsofhospitalityprevalentatthattimeinhighercircles,hadstipulatedthateachmanshouldhave'enough'beforeheleftthehouse;enoughmeaninginMonkshavenparlancethelibertyofgettingdrunk,iftheythoughtfittodoit。
  BeforelongoneoftheladswasseizedwithafitofadmirationforToby——thenameoftheoldgentlemanwhocontainedliquor——andwentuptothetrayforacloserinspection。Hewasspeedilyfollowedbyotheramateursofcuriousearthenware;andby—and—byMrBrunton(whohadbeenchargedbyhismother—in—lawwiththeduesupplyingofliquor——byhisfather—in—lawthateverymanshouldhavehisfill,andbyhiswifeandhersistersthatnooneshouldhavetoomuch,atanyrateatthebeginningoftheevening,)
  thoughtfittocarryoutTobytobereplenished;andafasterspiritofenjoymentandmirthbegantoreignintheroom。
  Kinraidwastoowellseasonedtocarewhatamountofliquorhedrank;
  Philiphadwhatwascalledaweakhead,anddislikedmuddlinghimselfwithdrinkbecauseoftheimmediateconsequenceofintensefeelingsofirritability,andthemoredistantoneofarackingheadachenextday;soboththesetwopreservedverymuchthesamedemeanourtheyhadheldatthebeginningoftheevening。
  Sylviawasbyallacknowledgedandtreatedasthebelle。Whentheyplayedatblind—man's—buffgowhereshewould,shewasalwayscaught;shewascalledoutrepeatedlytodowhatwasrequiredinanygame,asifallhadapleasureinseeingherlightfigureanddeftways。ShewassufficientlypleasedwiththistohavegotoverhershynesswithallexceptCharley。
  Whenotherspaidhertheirrusticcomplimentsshetossedherhead,andmadeherlittlesaucyrepartees;butwhenhesaidsomethinglowandflattering,itwastoohoney—sweettoherhearttobethrownoffthus。And,somehow,themoresheyieldedtothisfascinationthemoresheavoidedPhilip。Hedidnotspeakflatteringly——hedidnotpaycompliments——hewatchedherwithdiscontented,longingeyes,andgrewmoreinclinedeverymoment,asherememberedhisanticipationofahappyevening,tocryoutinhisheartvanitasvanitatum。
  Andnowcamecryingtheforfeits。MollyBruntonkneltdown,herfaceburiedinhermother'slap;thelattertookouttheforfeitsonebyone,andassheheldthemup,saidtheaccustomedformula,——
  'Afinethingandaveryfinething,whatmusthe(orshe)dowhoownsthisthing。'
  Oneortwohadbeentoldtokneeltotheprettiest,bowtothewittiest,andkissthosetheylovedbest;othershadhadtobiteaninchoffthepoker,orsuchplaysuponwords。AndnowcameSylvia'sprettynewribbonthatPhiliphadgivenher(healmostlongedtosnatchitoutofMrsCorney'shandsandburnitbeforealltheirfaces,soannoyedwashewiththewholeaffair。)
  'Afinethingandaveryfinething——amostparticularfinething——choosehowshecamebyit。Whatmustshedoasownsthisthing?'
  'Shemustblowoutt'candleandkisst'candlestick。'
  InoneinstantKinraidhadholdoftheonlycandlewithinreach,alltheothershadbeenputuphighoninaccessibleshelvesandotherplaces。
  Sylviawentupandblewoutthecandle,andbeforethesuddenpartialdarknesswasoverhehadtakenthecandleintohisfingers,and,accordingtothetraditionalmeaningofthewords,wasintheplaceofthecandlestick,andassuchwastobekissed。EveryonelaughedatinnocentSylvia'sfaceasthemeaningofherpenancecameintoit,everyonebutPhilip,whoalmostchoked。
  'I'mcandlestick,'saidKinraid,withlessoftriumphinhisvoicethanhewouldhavehadwithanyothergirlintheroom。
  'Yo'munkisst'candlestick,'criedtheCorneys,'oryo'llnivergetyo'rribbonback。'
  'Andshesetsadealo'storebythatribbon,'saidMollyBrunton,maliciously。
  'I'llnonekisst'candlestick,norhimeither,'saidSylvia,inalowvoiceofdetermination,turningaway,fullofconfusion。
  'Yo'llnotgetyo'rribbonifyo'dunnot,'criedoneandall。
  'Idon'tcarefort'ribbon,'saidshe,flashingupwithalookathertormentors,nowherbackwasturnedtoKinraid。'An'Iwannotplayanymoreatsuchlikegames,'sheadded,withfreshindignationrisinginherheartasshetookheroldplaceinthecorneroftheroomalittleawayfromtherest。
  Philip'sspiritsrose,andheyearnedtogotoherandtellherhowheapprovedofherconduct。Alas,Philip!Sylvia,thoughasmodestagirlaseverlived,wasnoprude,andhadbeenbroughtupinsimple,straightforwardcountryways;andwithanyotheryoungman,excepting,perhaps,Philip'sself,shewouldhavethoughtnomoreofmakingarapidpretenceofkissingthehandorcheekofthetemporary'candlestick,'thanourancestressesdidinamuchhigherrankonsimilaroccasions。Kinraid,thoughmortifiedbyhispublicrejection,wasmoreconsciousofthisthantheinexperiencedPhilip;heresolvednottobebaulked,andwatchedhisopportunity。ForthetimehewentonplayingasifSylvia'sconducthadnotaffectedhimintheleast,andasifhewashardlyawareofherdefectionfromthegame。
  Asshesawotherssubmitting,quiteasamatterofcourse,tosimilarpenances,shebegantobeangrywithherselfforhavingthoughttwiceaboutit,andalmosttodislikeherselfforthestrangeconsciousnesswhichhadmadeitatthetimeseemimpossibletodowhatshewastold。Hereyeskeptfillingwithtearsasherisolatedpositioninthegayparty,thethoughtofwhatafoolshehadmadeofherself,keptrecurringtohermind;butnoonesawher,shethought,thuscrying;and,ashamedtobediscoveredwhenthepartyshouldpauseintheirgame,shestoleroundbehindthemintothegreatchamberinwhichshehadhelpedtolayoutthesupper,withtheintentionofbathinghereyes,andtakingadrinkofwater。OneinstantCharleyKinraidwasmissingfromthecircleofwhichhewasthelifeandsoul;andthenbackhecamewithanairofsatisfactiononhisface,intelligibleenoughtothosewhohadseenhisgame;butunnoticedbyPhilip,who,amidsttheperpetualnoiseandmovementsaroundhim,hadnotperceivedSylvia'sleavingtheroom,untilshecamebackattheendofaboutaquarterofanhour,lookinglovelierthanever,hercomplexionbrilliant,hereyesdrooping,herhairneatlyandfreshlyarranged,tiedwithabrownribboninsteadofthatshewassupposedtohaveforfeited。Shelookedasifshedidnotwishherreturntobenoticed,stealingsoftlybehindtherompingladsandlasseswithnoiselessmotions,andaltogethersuchacontrasttotheminhercoolfreshnessandmodestneatness,thatbothKinraidandPhilipfounditdifficulttokeeptheireyesoffher。Buttheformerhadasecrettriumphinhisheartwhichenabledhimtogoonwithhismerry—makingasifitabsorbedhim;whilePhilipdroppedoutofthecrowdandcameuptowhereshewasstandingsilentlybyMrsCorney,who,armsakimbo,waslaughingatthefrolicandfunaroundher。SylviastartedalittlewhenPhilipspoke,andkepthersofteyesavertedfromhimafterthefirstglance;sheansweredhimshortly,butwithunaccustomedgentleness。Hehadonlyaskedherwhenshewouldlikehimtotakeherhome;andshe,alittlesurprisedattheideaofgoinghomewhentohertheeveningseemedonlybeginning,hadanswered——
  'Gohome?Idon'tknow!It'sNewYear'sEve!'
  'Ay!butyo'rmother'lllieawaketillyo'comehome,Sylvie!'
  ButMrsCorney,havingheardhisquestion,brokeinwithallsortsofupbraidings。'Gohome!Notseet'NewYearin!Why,whatshouldtake'emhomethesesixhours?Wasn'tthereamoonasclearasday?anddidsuchatimeasthiscomeoften?AndweretheytobreakupthepartybeforetheNewYearcamein?Andwastherenotsupper,withaspicedroundofbeefthathadbeeninpickleprettynighsin'Martinmas,andhams,andmince—pies,andwhatnot?Andiftheythoughtanyevilofhermaster'sgoingtobed,orthatbythatearlyretirementhemeanttoimplythathedidnotbidhisfriendswelcome,whyhewouldnotstayupbeyondeighto'clockforKingGeorgeuponhisthrone,ashe'dtellthemsoonenough,ifthey'donlystepupstairsandaskhim。Well;sheknowedwhatitwastowantadaughterwhenshewasailing,soshe'dsaynoughtmore,buthastensupper。
  AndthisideanowtookpossessionofMrsCorney'smind,forshewouldnotwillinglyallowoneofhergueststoleavebeforetheyhaddonejusticetoherpreparations;and,cuttingherspeechshort,shehastilyleftSylviaandPhiliptogether。
  Hisheartbeatfast;hisfeelingtowardsherhadneverbeensostrongorsodistinctassinceherrefusaltokissthe'candlestick。'Hewasonthepointofspeaking,ofsayingsomethingexplicitlytender,whenthewoodentrencherwhichthepartywereusingattheirplay,camebowlingbetweenhimandSylvia,andspunoutitslittleperiodrightbetwixtthem。
  Everyonewasmovingfromchairtochair,andwhenthebustlewasoverSylviawasseatedatsomedistancefromhim,andheleftstandingoutsidethecircle,asifhewerenotplaying。Infact,Sylviahadunconsciouslytakenhisplaceasactorinthegamewhileheremainedspectator,and,asitturnedout,anauditorofaconversationnotintendedforhisears。
  Hewaswedgedagainstthewall,closetothegreateight—dayclock,withitsroundmoon—likesmilingfaceformingaludicrouscontrasttohislong,sallow,gravecountenance,whichwasprettymuchatthesamelevelabovethesandedfloor。BeforehimsatMollyBruntonandoneofhersisters,theirheadsclosetogetherintoodeeptalktoattendtotheprogressofthegame。Philip'sattentionwascaughtbythewords——
  'I'lllayanywagerhekissedherwhenheranoffintot'parlour。'
  'She'ssocoyshe'dniverlethim,'repliedBessyCorney。