Part 41 (1/2)

”Oh! I think her charming,” replied my companion warmly, ”she is so very good-natured.”

”She is something beyond that,” returned I; ”mere good-nature is a quality I rate very low: a person may be good-natured, yet thoroughly selfish, for nine times out of ten it is easier and more agreeable to say 'yes' than 'no'; but there is such an entire forgetfulness of self, apparent in all Mrs. Coleman's attempts to make those around her happy and comfortable, that, despite her eccentricities, I am beginning to conceive quite a respect for the little woman.”

”You are a close observer of character it seems, Mr. Fairlegh,” remarked my companion.

”I scarcely see how any thinking person can avoid being so,” returned I; ”there is no study that appears to me to possess a more deep and varied interest.”

”You make mistakes, though, sometimes,” replied -269-- Miss Saville, glancing quickly at me with her beautiful eyes.

”You refer to my hasty judgment of last night,” said I, colouring slightly. ”The mournful words of your song led me to conclude that, in one instance, high spirits might not be a sure indication of a light heart; and yet I would fain hope,” added I in a half-questioning tone, ”that you merely sought to inculcate a general principle.”

”Is not that a very unusual species of heath to find growing in this country?” was the rejoinder.

”Really, I am no botanist,” returned I, rather crossly, for I felt that I had received a rebuff, and was not at all sure that I might not have deserved it.

”Nay, but I will have you attend; you did not even look towards the place where it is growing,” replied Miss Saville, with a half-imperious, half-imploring glance, which it was impossible to resist.

”Is that the plant you mean?” asked I, pointing to a tuft of heath on the top of a steep bank by the roadside.

On receiving a reply in the affirmative, I continued: ”Then I will render you all the a.s.sistance in my power, by enabling you to judge for yourself ”. So saying, I scrambled up the bank at the imminent risk of my neck; and after bursting the b.u.t.ton-holes of my straps, and tearing my coat in two places with a bramble, I succeeded in gathering the heath.

Elated by my success, and feeling every nerve braced and invigorated by the frosty air, I bounded down the slope with such velocity, that, on reaching the bottom, I was unable to check my speed, and only avoided running against Miss Saville, by nearly throwing myself down backwards.

”I beg your pardon!” exclaimed I; ”I hope I have not alarmed you by my abominable awkwardness; but really the bank was so steep, that it was impossible to stop sooner.”

”Nay, it is I who ought to apologise for having led you to undertake such a dangerous expedition,” replied she, taking the heath which I had gathered, with a smile which quite repaid me for my exertions.

”I do not know what could have possessed me to run down the bank in that insane manner,” returned I; ”I suppose it is this fine frosty morning which makes one feel so light and happy.”

”Happy!” repeated my companion incredulously, and in a half-absent manner, as though she were rather thinking aloud than addressing me.

-270-- ”Yes,” replied I, surprised; ”why should I not feel so?”

”Is any one happy?” was the rejoinder.

”Very many people, I hope,” said I; ”you do not doubt it, surely.”

”I well might,” she answered with a sigh.

”On such a beautiful day as this, with the bright clear sky above us, and the h.o.a.r-frost sparkling like diamonds in the glorious suns.h.i.+ne, how can one avoid feeling happy?” asked I.

”It is very beautiful,” she replied, after gazing around for a moment; ”and yet can you not imagine a state of mind in which this fair scene, with all its varied charms, may impress one with a feeling of bitterness rather than of pleasure, by the contrast it affords to the darkness and weariness of soul within? Place some famine-stricken wretch beneath the roof of a gilded palace, think you the sight of its magnificence would give him any sensation of pleasure? Would it not rather, by increasing the sense of his own misery, add to his agony of spirit?”

”I can conceive such a case possible,” replied I; ”but you would make us out to be all famine-stricken wretches at this rate: you cannot surely imagine that every one is unhappy?”

”There are, no doubt, different degrees of unhappiness,” returned Miss Saville; ”yet I can hardly conceive any position in life so free from cares, as to be p.r.o.nounced positively happy; but I know my ideas on this subject are peculiar, and I am by no means desirous of making a convert of you, Mr. Fairlegh; the world will do that soon enough, I fear,” she added with a sigh.

”I cannot believe it,” replied I warmly. ”True, at times we must all feel sorrow; it is one of the conditions of our mortal lot, and we must bear it with what resignation we may, knowing that, if we but make a fitting use of it, it is certain to work for our highest good; but if you would have me look upon this world as a vale of tears, forgetting all its glorious opportunities for raising our fallen nature to something so bright and n.o.ble, as to be even here but little lower than the angels, you must pardon me if I never can agree with you.”

There was a moment's pause, when my companion resumed.