After Emma’s gloves were bought, the group sauntering through Redborough just at the hour when all the fine people of the place were about, were met in succession by the two cousins. Harry had time only to pause for a minute or two, and talk to the girls on his way to a meeting of the football club, at which the matches of the season were to be settled; but Edward, who was going their way, walked with them as far as the Grange. He was pale and preoccupied, with that fiery sparkle in his eyes which told of some pressing subject for his thoughts, and though those eyes shot forth a passing gleam when he saw that Roland kept by Hester’s side, and that he was left to Emma, the arrangement perhaps on the whole was the most suitable one that could have been made, for Emma wanted little help in keeping up something which sounded sufficiently like conversation. Her voice flowed on, with just a pause now and then for the little assenting ejaculations which were indispensable. Edward said “Yes,” sometimes with a mark of interrogation, sometimes without; and “Indeed,” and “To be sure,” and “Exactly,” as we all do in similar circumstances; and the pair got on very well. Emma thought him much nicer than usual, and Hester going on in front, somewhat distracted from Roland’s remarks by the consciousness of the other behind her, was perhaps more satisfied to hear his stray monosyllables than if he had maintained a more active part in the conversation. When they stopped in front of the Grange, where Catherine Vernon, always at the window, saw the group approaching, they were called upstairs to her by a servant—an invitation, however, which Hester did not accept. “My mother will be waiting for me,” she said; and while the others obeyed the summons, she sped along the wintry road by herself, not without that proud sense of loneliness and shutout-ness which the circumstances made natural. Edward lingered a moment to speak to her while the others went in, having first ascertained that they were shaded by the big holly at the gate and invisible from the window.
“I must not go with you, though I want to talk to you,” he said. “When will this bondage be over? But at the Merridews tonight—”
“I am not going,” she said, waving her hand as she went on.
She was half pleased, yet altogether angry, despising him (almost) for his precautions, yet glad that he wanted to talk to her, and glad also to disappoint him, if it is possible to describe so complicated a state of mind. She went along with a proud, swift step, her head held high, her girlish figure instinct in every line with opposition and self-will: or so at least Catherine Vernon thought, who looked after her with such attention that she was unaware of the entrance of the others, whom she liked so much better than Hester. She laughed as she suffered herself to be kissed by Emma, who was always effusive in that way, and fed upon the cheeks of her friends.
“So Princess Hester has not come with you,” Catherine said. “I suppose I should have gone down to the door to meet her, as one crowned head receives another.”
“Oh, she had to go home to her mother,” said Emma, who never spoke ill of anybody, and always took the most matter-of-fact view of her neighbours’ proceedings.
Catherine laughed, and was amused (she thought) by the girl’s persistent holding aloof.
“All the same a cup of tea would not have poisoned her,” she said.
When the Ashtons left the Grange it was nearly the hour of dinner, and Catherine did not remark the silence of her companion. Edward had been moody of late; he had not been of temper so equable, or of attentions so unfailing, as in the earlier years. But she was a tolerant woman, anxious not to exact too much, and ready to represent to herself that this was but “a phase,” and that the happier intercourse would return after a time. She wondered sometimes was he in love? that question which occurs so unnaturally to the mind at moments when things are not going perfectly well with young persons, either male or female. Catherine thought that if his choice were but a good one, she would be very glad that he should marry. It would give to him that sense of settledness which nothing else gives, and it would give to her a share in all the new events and emotions of family life. If only he made a good choice! the whole secret of the situation of course was in that. At dinner he was more cheerful, indeed full of animation, doing everything that could be done to amuse and please her, but excused himself from following her to the drawing-room afterwards.
“You are going to Ellen’s folly, I suppose,” she said, which was the name that the Merridew entertainments held in the house.
“Very likely—but later,” said he; “I have a great deal to do.”
Catherine smiled upon his diligence, but held up a finger in admonition.
“I never approved of bringing work home,” she said. “I would rather for my own part you stayed an hour longer at the bank. Home should be for rest, and you should keep the two places distinct; but I suppose you must learn that by experience,” she said, putting her hand caressingly upon his shoulder as he held the door open for her: and she looked back upon him when she had passed out with a little wave of her hand. “Don’t sit too
