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第93章 SOUNDING(1)

Mirabel left Francine to enter the lodge by herself.His mind was disturbed:he felt the importance of gaining time for reflection before he and Emily met again.

The keeper's garden was at the back of the lodge.Passing through the wicket-gate,he found a little summer-house at a turn in the path.Nobody was there:he went in and sat down.

At intervals,he had even yet encouraged himself to underrate the true importance of the feeling which Emily had awakened in him.

There was an end to all self-deception now.After what Francine had said to him,this shallow and frivolous man no longer resisted the all-absorbing influence of love.He shrank under the one terrible question that forced itself on his mind:--Had that jealous girl spoken the truth?

In what process of investigation could he trust,to set this anxiety at rest?To apply openly to Emily would be to take a liberty,which Emily was the last person in the world to permit.

In his recent intercourse with her he had felt more strongly than ever the importance of speaking with reserve.He had been scrupulously careful to take no unfair advantage of his opportunity,when he had removed her from the meeting,and when they had walked together,with hardly a creature to observe them,in the lonely outskirts of the town.Emily's gaiety and good humor had not led him astray:he knew that these were bad signs,viewed in the interests of love.His one hope of touching her deeper sympathies was to wait for the help that might yet come from time and chance.With a bitter sigh,he resigned himself to the necessity of being as agreeable and amusing as ever:it was just possible that he might lure her into alluding to Alban Morris,if he began innocently by ****** her laugh.

As he rose to return to the lodge,the keeper's little terrier,prowling about the garden,looked into the summer-house.Seeing a stranger,the dog showed his teeth and growled.

Mirabel shrank back against the wall behind him,trembling in every limb.His eyes stared in terror as the dog came nearer:barking in high triumph over the discovery of a frightened man whom he could bully.Mirabel called out for help.A laborer at work in the garden ran to the place--and stopped with a broad grin of amusement at seeing a grown man terrified by a barking dog."Well,"he said to himself,after Mirabel had passed out under protection,"there goes a coward if ever there was one yet!"Mirabel waited a minute behind the lodge to recover himself.He had been so completely unnerved that his hair was wet with perspiration.While he used his handkerchief,he shuddered at other recollections than the recollection of the dog."After that night at the inn,"he thought,"the least thing frightens me!"He was received by the young ladies with cries of derisive welcome."Oh,for shame!for shame!here are the potatoes already cut,and nobody to fry them!"Mirabel assumed the mask of cheerfulness--with the desperate resolution of an actor,amusing his audience at a time of domestic distress.He astonished the keeper's wife by showin g that he really knew how to use her frying-pan.Cecilia's omelet was tough--but the young ladies ate it.Emily's mayonnaise sauce was almost as liquid as water--they swallowed it nevertheless by the help of spoons.The potatoes followed,crisp and dry and delicious--and Mirabel became more popular than ever."He is the only one of us,"Cecilia sadly acknowledged,"who knows how to cook."When they all left the lodge for a stroll in the park,Francine attached herself to Cecilia and Miss Plym.She resigned Mirabel to Emily--in the happy belief that she had paved the way for a misunderstanding between them.

The merriment at the luncheon table had revived Emily's good spirits.She had a light-hearted remembrance of the failure of her sauce.Mirabel saw her smiling to herself."May I ask what amuses you?"he said.

"I was thinking of the debt of gratitude that we owe to Mr.