'
'On my soul and honour, I mean it,' answered Mervyn. 'Go on.'
'Nor ever tell, high or low, rich or poor, man, woman, or child, that I
came here; because--no matter.'
'That I promise, too; for Heaven's sake go on.'
'If you please, Sir, no, not a word more till the time comes,' answered
Irons; 'I'll go as I came.' And he shoved up the window-sash and got out
lightly upon the grass, and glided away among the gigantic old
fruit-trees, and was lost before a minute.
Perhaps he came intending more. He had seemed for a while to have made
up his mind, Mervyn thought, to a full disclosure, and then he
hesitated, and, on second thoughts, drew back. Barren and tantalising,
however, as was this strange conference, it was yet worth worlds, as
indicating the quarter from which information might ultimately be hoped
for.
CHAPTER XLI.
IN WHICH THE RECTOR COMES HOME, AND LILY SPEAKS HER MIND, AND TIME
GLIDES ON, AND AUNT REBECCA CALLS AT THE ELMS.
Next morning, punctual at the early breakfast-hour of those days, the
cheery voice of the old rector was heard at the garden rails that
fronted the house, and out ran Tom Clinton, from the stable-yard, and
bid his 'raverence,' with homely phrase, and with a pleasant grin,
'welcome home,' and held his bridle and stirrup, while the parson, with
a kind smile, and half a dozen enquiries, and the air of a man who,
having made a long journey and a distant sojourn, expands on beholding
old faces and the sights of home again; he had been away, to be sure,
only one night and a part of a day, but his heart clave to his home and
his darling; and Lilias ran to the garden gate to meet him, with her old
smile and greeting, it seemed fonder and more tender than ever, and then
they kissed and hugged and kissed again, and he patted her cheek and
thought she looked a little pale, but would not say anything just then
that was not altogether cheerful; and so they stepped up the two or
three yards of gravel walk--she at his right side, with her right hand
in his and her left clinging by his arm, and nestling close by his side,
and leading him up to the house like a beloved captive.
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