Devereux looked into the large room at the right hand of the hall, with
the fair sad portrait of Lilias's young mother smiling, from the wall.
Like _her_, too--and the tall glasses of flowers--and the harpsichord
open, with the music she would play, just as usual, that evening, he
supposed; and he stood at the door, looking round the room, booted and
spurred, as I have said, with his cocked hat held to his breast, in a
reverie. It was not easy for old Sally to guess what was passing in his
mind, for whenever he was sad he smiled, but with the somewhat of bitter
in his smile, and when he suffered he used to joke.
Just at that moment Lilias Walsingham was walking along the high street
of the village to the King's House, and stopping to say a good-natured
little word to old Jenny Creswell, was overtaken by mild Mrs. Sturk, who
was walking her little menagerie into the park.
'And oh! dear Miss Walsingham, did you hear the news? she said; 'Captain
Devereux is gone to England, and I believe we sha'n't see him here
again.'
Lilias felt that she grew pale, but she patted one of the children on
the head, and smiled, and asked him some foolish little question.
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