he went at an unusual pace, and was soon at crampton. he wentupstairs two steps at a time, and entered the drawing-room before dixoncould announce him,--his face flushed, his eyes shining with kindlyearnestness. mrs. hale lay on the sofa, heated with fever. mr. hale wasreading aloud. margaret was working on a low stool by her mother\"sside. her heart fluttered, if his did not, at this interview. but he took nonotice of her, hardly of mr. hale himself; he went up straight with hisbasket to mrs. hale, and said, in that subdued and gentle tone, which isso touching when used by a robust man in full health, speaking to afeeble invalid-\"

i met dr. donaldson, ma\"am, and as he said fruit would be good foryou, i hāve taken the liberty--the great liberty of bringing you some thatseemed to me fine.\" mrs. hale was excessively surprised; excessivelypleased; quite in a tremble of eagerness. mr. hale with fewer wordsexpressed a deeper gratitude.

\"fetch a plate, margaret--a basket--anything.\" margaret stood up by thetable, half afraid of moving or making any noise to arouse mr. thorntoninto a consciousness of her being in the room. she thought it would beawkward for both to be brought into conscious collision; and fanciedthat, from her being on a low seat at first, and now standing behind herfather, he had overlooked her in his haste. as if he did not feel theconsciousness of her presence all over, though his eyes had never restedon her!

\"i must go,\" said he, \"i cannot stay. if you will forgive this liberty,--myrough ways,--too abrupt, i fear--but i will be more gentle next time.

you will allow me the pleasure of bringing you some fruit again, if ishould see any that is tempting. good afternoon, mr. hale. good-bye,ma\"am.\"

he was gone. not one word: not one look to margaret. she believedthat he had not seen her. she went for a plate in silence, and lifted thefruit out tenderly, with the points of her delicate taper fingers. it wasgood of him to bring it; and after yesterday too!

\"oh! it is so delicious!\" said mrs. hale, in a feeble voice. \"how kind of

him to think of me! margaret love, only taste these grapes! was it notgood of him?\"

\"yes!\" said margaret, quietly.

\"margaret!\" said mrs. hale, rather querulously, \"you won\"t like anythingmr. thornton does. i never saw anybody so prejudiced.\"

mr. hale had been peeling a peach for his wife; and, cutting off a smallpiece for himself, he said:

\"if i had any prejudices, the gift of such delicious fruit as this wouldmelt them all away. i hāve not tasted such fruit--no! not even inhampshire--since i was a boy; and to boys, i fancy, all fruit is good. iremember eating sloes and crabs with a relish. do you remember thematted-up currant bushes, margaret, at the corner of the west-wall in thegarden at home?\"

did she not? did she not remember every weather-stain on the old stonewall; the gray and yellow lichens that marked it like a map; the littlecrane\"s-bill that grew in the crevices? she had been shaken by theevents of the last two days; her whole life just now was a strain uponher fortitude; and, somehow, these careless words of her father\"s,touching on the remembrance of the sunny times of old, made her startup, and, dropping her sewing on the ground, she went hastily out of theroom into her own little chamber. she had hardly given way to the firstchoking sob, when she became aware of dixon standing at her drawers,and evidently searching for something.

\"bless me, miss! how you startled me! missus is not worse, is she? isanything the matter?\"

\"no, nothing. only i\"m silly, dixon, and want a glass of water. what areyou looking for? i keep my muslins in that drawer.\"

dixon did not speak, but went on rummaging. the scent of lāvendercame out and perfumed the room.

at last dixon found what she wanted; what it was margaret could notsee. dixon faced round, and spoke to her:

\"now i don\"t like telling you what i wanted, because you\"ve frettingenough to go through, and i know you\"ll fret about this. i meant to hāvekept it from you till night, may be, or such times as that.\"

\"what is the matter? pray, tell me, dixon, at once.\"

\"that young woman you go to see--higgins, i mean.\"