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perturbations on her account without the slightest reserve. He related with much natural eloquence how he had tried over and over again not to love her, and how he had loved her in spite of that trying; of his intention never to reveal his passion, till their situation on that rainy evening prompted the impulse which ended in that irreverent action of his; and earnestly asked her to forgive him — not for his feelings, since they were his own to commend or blame — but for the way in which he testified of them to one so cultivated and so beautiful.
    Egbert was flushed and excited by the time that he reached this point in his tale.
    Her eyes were fixed on the grass; and then a tear stole quietly from its corner, and wandered down her cheek. She tried to say something, but her usually adroit tongue was unequal to the task. Ultimately she glanced at him, and murmured, “I forgive you;” but so inaudibly, that he only recognized the words by their shape upon her lips.
    She looked not much more than a child now, and Egbert thought with sadness that her tear and her words were perhaps but the result, the one of a transitory sympathy, the other of a desire to escape. They stood silent for some seconds, and the dressing-bell of the house began ringing. Turning slowly away without another word she hastened out of his sight.
    When Egbert reached home some of his grandfather’s old friends were gathered there, sympathizing with him on the removal he would have to submit to if report spoke truly. Their sympathy was rather more for him to bear than their indifference; and as Egbert looked at the old man’s bent figure, and at the expression of his face, denoting a wish to sink under the earth, out of sight and out of trouble, he was greatly depressed, and he said inwardly, “What a fool I was to ask forgiveness of a woman who can torture my only relative like this! Why do I feel her to be glorious? Oh that I had never seen her!”
    The next day was Sunday, and his grandfather being too unwell to go out, Egbert went to the evening, service alone. When it was over, the rector detained him in the churchyard to say a few words about the next week’s undertakings. This was soon done, and Egbert turned back to leave the now empty churchyard. Passing the porch he saw Miss Allenville coming out of the door.
    Egbert said nothing, for he knew not what to say; but she spoke. “Ah, Mr. Mayne, how beautiful the west sky looks! It is the finest sunset we have had this spring.”
    “It is very beautiful,” he replied, without looking westward a single degree. “Miss Allenville,” he said reproachfully, “you might just have thought whether, for the sake of reaching one guilty person, it was worth while to deeply wound an old man.”
    “I do not allow you to say that,” she answered with proud quickness. “Still, I will listen just this once.”
    “Are you glad you asserted your superiority to me by putting in motion again that scheme for turning him out?”
    “I merely left off hindering it,” she said.
    “Well, we shall go now,” continued Egbert,” and make room for newer people. I hope you forgive what caused it all.”
    “You talk in that strain to make me feel regrets; and you think that because you are read in a few books you may say or do anything.”
    “No, no. That’s unfair.”
    “I will try to alter it — that your grandfather may not leave. Say that you forgive me for thinking he and yourself had better leave — as I forgive you for what you did. But remember, nothing of that sort ever again.”
    “Forgive you? Oh, Miss Allenville!” said he in a wild whisper, “I wish you had sinned a hundred ,times as much, that I might show how readily I can forgive all.”
    She had looked as if she would have held out her hand; but, for some reason or other, directly he had spoken with emotion it was not so well for him as when he had spoken to wound her. She passed on silently, and entered the private gate to the house.
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