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as　I　recall　the　way　it　went；　it　reminds　me　of　all　the　art

I　now　need　to　make　it　a　little　distinct。　　What　I　look

back　at　with　amazement　is　the　situation　I　accepted。

I　had　undertaken；　with　my　companion；　to　see　it　out；　and　I　was

under　a　charm；　apparently；　that　could　smooth　away　the　extent

and　the　far　and　difficult　connections　of　such　an　effort。

I　was　lifted　aloft　on　a　great　wave　of　infatuation　and　pity。

I　found　it　simple；　in　my　ignorance；　my　confusion；　and　perhaps

my　conceit；　to　assume　that　I　could　deal　with　a　boy　whose

education　for　the　world　was　all　on　the　point　of　beginning。

I　am　unable　even　to　remember　at　this　day　what　proposal　I　framed

for　the　end　of　his　holidays　and　the　resumption　of　his　studies。

Lessons　with　me；　indeed；　that　charming　summer；　we　all　had

a　theory　that　he　was　to　have；　but　I　now　feel　that；　for　weeks；

the　lessons　must　have　been　rather　my　own。　　I　learned　something

at　first；　certainlythat　had　not　been　one　of　the　teachings　of

my　small；　smothered　life；　learned　to　be　amused；　and　even　amusing；

and　not　to　think　for　the　morrow。　　It　was　the　first　time；

in　a　manner；　that　I　had　known　space　and　air　and　freedom；

all　the　music　of　summer　and　all　the　mystery　of　nature。

And　then　there　was　considerationand　consideration　was　sweet。

Oh；　it　was　a　trapnot　designed；　but　deepto　my　imagination；

to　my　delicacy；　perhaps　to　my　vanity；　to　whatever；　in　me；

was　most　excitable。　　The　best　way　to　picture　it　all　is　to　say

that　I　was　off　my　guard。　　They　gave　me　so　little　trouble

they　were　of　a　gentleness　so　extraordinary。　　I　used　to　speculate

but　even　this　with　a　dim　disconnectednessas　to　how　the　rough　future

（for　all　futures　are　rough！）　would　handle　them　and　might　bruise　them。

They　had　the　bloom　of　health　and　happiness；　and　yet；

as　if　I　had　been　in　charge　of　a　pair　of　little　grandees；

of　princes　of　the　blood；　for　whom　everything；　to　be　right；

would　have　to　be　enclosed　and　protected；　the　only　form　that；

in　my　fancy；　the　afteryears　could　take　for　them　was　that　of

a　romantic；　a　really　royal　extension　of　the　garden　and　the　park。

It　may　be；　of　course；　above　all；　that　what　suddenly　broke

into　this　gives　the　previous　time　a　charm　of　stillness

that　hush　in　which　something　gathers　or　crouches。

The　change　was　actually　like　the　spring　of　a　beast。



In　the　first　weeks　the　days　were　long；　they　often；　at　their　finest；

gave　me　what　I　used　to　call　my　own　hour；　the　hour　when；　for　my　pupils；

teatime　and　bedtime　having　come　and　gone；　I　had；　before　my　final　retirement；

a　small　interval　alone。　　Much　as　I　liked　my　companions；　this　hour　was

the　thing　in　the　day　I　liked　most；　and　I　liked　it　best　of　all　when；

as　the　light　fadedor　rather；　I　should　say；　the　day　lingered　and　the　last

calls　of　the　last　birds　sounded；　in　a　flushed　sky；　from　the　old　trees

I　could　take　a　turn　into　the　grounds　and　enjoy；　almost　with　a　sense

of　property　that　amused　and　flattered　me；　the　beauty　and　dignity　of

the　place。　　It　was　a　pleasure　at　these　moments　to　feel　myself　tranquil

and　justified；　doubtless；　perhaps；　also　to　reflect　that　by　my　discretion；

my　quiet　good　sense　and　general　high　propriety；　I　was　giving　pleasure

if　he　ever　thought　of　it！to　the　person　to　whose　pressure　I　had　responded。

What　I　was　doing　was　what　he　had　earnestly　hoped　and　directly　asked　of　me；

and　that　I　COULD；　after　all；　do　it　proved　even　a　greater　joy　than　I

had　expected。　　I　daresay　I　fancied　myself；　in　short；　a　remarkable　young

woman　and　took　comfort　in　the　faith　that　this　would　more　publicly　appear。

Well；　I　needed　to　be　remarkable　to　offer　a　front　to　the　remarkable　things

that　presently　gave　their　first　sign。



It　was　plump；　one　afternoon；　in　the　middle　of　my　very　hour：

the　children　were　tucked　away；　and　I　had　come　out　for　my　stroll。

One　of　the　thoughts　that；　as　I　don't　in　the　least　shrink　now

from　noting；　used　to　be　with　me　in　these　wanderings　was　that　it

would　be　as　charming　as　a　charming　story　suddenly　to　meet　someone。

Someone　would　appear　there　at　the　turn　of　a　path　and　would　stand

before　me　and　smile　and　approve。　　I　didn't　ask　more　than　that

I　only　asked　that　he　should　KNOW；　and　the　only　way　to　be　sure　he　knew

would　be　to　see　it；　and　the　kind　light　of　it；　in　his　handsome　face。

That　was　exactly　present　to　meby　which　I　mean　the　face　was

when；　on　the　first　of　these　occasions；　at　the　end　of　a　long

June　day；　I　stopped　short　on　emerging　from　one　of　the　plantations

and　coming　into　view　of　the　house。　　What　arrested　me　on　the　spot

and　with　a　shock　much　greater　than　any　vision　had　allowed　for

was　the　sense　that　my　imagination　had；　in　a　flash；　turned　real。

He　did　stand　there！but　high　up；　beyond　the　lawn　and　at　the　very　top　of

the　tower　to　which；　on　that　first　morning；　little　Flora　had　conducted　me。

This　tower　was　one　of　a　pairsquare；　incongruous；　crenelated　structures

that　were　distinguished；　for　some　reason；　though　I　could　see

little　difference；　as　the　new　and　the　old。　　They　flanked　opposite

ends　of　the　house　and　were　probably　architectural　absurdities；

redeemed　in　a　measure　indeed　by　not　being　wholly　disengaged　nor

of　a　height　too　pretentious；　dating；　in　their　gingerbread　antiquity；

from　a　romantic　revival　that　was　already　a　respectable　past。

I　admired　them；　had　fancies　about　them；　for　we　could　all　profit

in　a　degree；　especially　when　they　loomed　through　the　dusk；

by　the　grandeur　of　their　actual　battlements；　yet　it　was　not　at

such　an　elevation　that　the　figure　I　had　so　often　invoked　seemed

most　in　place。



It　produced　in　me；　this　figure；　in　the　clear　twilight；　I　remember；

two　distinct　gasps　of　emotion；　which　were；　sharply；　the　shock

of　my　first　and　that　of　my　second　surprise。　　My　second　was　a

violent　perception　of　the　mistake　of　my　first：　　the　man　who　met

my　eyes　was　not　the　person　I　had　precipitately　supposed。

There　came　to　me　thus　a　bewilderment　of　vision　of　which；

after　these　years；　there　is　no　living　view　that　I　can　hope　to　give。

An　unknown　man　in　a　lonely　place　is　a　permitted　object　of　fear

to　a　young　woman　privately　bred；　and　the　figure　that　faced

me　wasa　few　more　seconds　assured　meas　little　anyone

else　I　knew　as　it　was　the　image　that　had　been　in　my　mind。

I　had　not　seen　it　in　Harley　StreetI　had　not　seen　it　anywhere。

The　place；　moreover；　in　the　strangest　way　in　the　world；　had；

on　the　instant；　and　by　the　very　fact　of　its　appearance；

become　a　solitude。　　To　me　at　least；　making　my　statement

here　with　a　deliberation　with　which　I　have　never　made　it；

the　whole　feeling　of　the　moment　returns。　　It　was　as　if；

while　I　took　inwhat　I　did　take　inall　the　rest　of　the　scene

had　been　stricken　with　death。　　I　can　hear　again；　as　I　write；

the　intense　hush　in　which　the　sounds　of　evening　dropped。

The　rooks　stopped　cawing　in　the　golden　sky；　and　the　friendly

hour　lost；　for　the　minute；　all　its　voice。　　But　there　was　no

other　change　in　nature；　unless　indeed　it　were　a　change　that　I

saw　with　a　stranger　sharpness。　　The　gold　was　still　in　the　sky；

the　clearness　in　the　air；　and　the　man　who　looked　at　me　over

the　battlements　was　as　definite　as　a　picture　in　a　frame。

That's　how　I　thought；　with　extraordinary　quickness；

of　each　person　that　he　might　have　been　and　that　he　was　not。

We　were　confronted　across　our　distance　quite　long　enough　for　me

to　ask　myself　with　intensity　who　then　he　was　and　to　feel；

as　an　effect　of　my　inability　to　say；　a　wonder　that　in　a　few

instants　more　became　intense。



The　great　question；　or　one　of　these；　is；　afterward；　I　know；

with　regard　to　certain　matters；　the　question　of　how　long

they　have　lasted。　　Well；　this　matter　of　mine；　think　what　you

will　of　it；　lasted　while　I　caught　at　a　dozen　possibilities；

none　of　which　made　a　difference　for　the　better；　that　I　could　see；

in　there　having　been　in　the　houseand　for　how　long；　above　all？

a　person　of　whom　I　was　in　ignorance。　　It　lasted　while　I

just　bridled　a　little　with　the　sense　that　my　office　demanded

that　there　should　be　no　such　ignorance　and　no　such　person。

It　lasted　while　this　visitant；　at　all　eventsand　there　was　a　touch

of　the　strange　freedom；　as　I　remember；　in　the　sign　of　familiarity

of　his　wearing　no　hatseemed　to　fix　me；　from　his　position；

with　just　the　question；　just　the　scrutiny　through　the　fading　light；

that　his　own　presence　provoked。　　We　were　too　far　apart

to　call　to　each　other；　but　there　was　a　moment　at　which；

at　shorter　range；　some　challenge　between　us；　breaking　the　hush；

would　have　been　the　right　result　of　our　straight　mutual　stare。

He　was　in　one　of　the　angles；　the　one　away　from　the　house；

very　erect；　as　it　struck　me；　and　with　both　hands　on　the　ledge。

So　I　saw　him　as　I　see　the　letters　I　form　on　this　page；

then；　exactly；　after　a　minute；　as　if　to　add　to　the　spectacle；

he　slowly　changed　his　placepassed；　looking　at　me　hard　all

the　while；　to　the　opposite　corner　of　the　platform。　　Yes；　I　had

the　sharpest　sense　that　during　this　transit　he　never　took　his

eyes　from　me；　and　I　can　see　at　this　moment　the　way　his　hand；

as　he　went；　passed　from　one　of　the　crenelations　to　the　next。

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