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The next day he called on Miss Wilkins herself. She would have been
very glad if he had kept on in his ignorance; it was so keenly
painful to be in the company of one the sight of whom, even at a
distance, had brought her such a keen remembrance of past misery; and
when told of his call, as she was sitting at her sewing in the
dining-room, she had to nerve herself for the interview before going
upstairs into the drawing-room, where he was being entertained by
Miss Monro with warm demonstrations of welcome. A little contraction
of the brow, a little compression of the lips, an increased pallor on
Ellinor's part, was all that Miss Monro could see in her, though she
had put on her glasses with foresight and intention to observe. She
turned to the canon; his colour had certainly deepened as he went
forwards with out-stretched hand to meet Ellinor. That was all that
was to be seen; but on the slight foundation of that blush, Miss
Monro built many castles; and when they faded away, one after one,
she recognised that they were only baseless visions. She used to put
the disappointment of her hopes down to Ellinor's unvaried calmness
of demeanour, which might be taken for coldness of disposition; and
to her steady refusal to allow Miss Monro to invite Canon Livingstone
to the small teas they were in the habit of occasionally giving. Yet
he persevered in his calls; about once every fortnight he came, and
would sit an hour or more, looking covertly at his watch, as if as
Miss Monro shrewdly observed to herself, he did not go away at last
because he wished to do so, but because he ought. Sometimes Ellinor
was present, sometimes she was away; in this latter case Miss Monro
thought she could detect a certain wistful watching of the door every
time a noise was heard outside the room. He always avoided any
reference to former days at Hamley, and that, Miss Monro feared, was
a bad sign.
After this long uniformity of years without any event closely
touching on Ellinor's own individual life, with the one great
exception of Mr. Corbet's marriage, something happened which much
affected her. Mr. Ness died suddenly at his parsonage, and Ellinor
learnt it first from Mr. Brown, a clergyman, whose living was near
Hamley, and who had been sent for by the Parsonage servants as soon
as they discovered that it was not sleep, but death, that made their
master so late in rising.
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