Sylvia's Lovers — Volume 2 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 184 pages of information about Sylvia's Lovers — Volume 2.

Sylvia's Lovers — Volume 2 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 184 pages of information about Sylvia's Lovers — Volume 2.

‘Oh, Kester,’ said she once more, ’what mun I do?  I’m pledged to him as strong as words can make it, and mother blessed us both wi’ more sense than she’s had for weeks.  Kester, man, speak!  Shall I go and break it all off?—­say.’

‘Nay, it’s noane for me t’ say; m’appen thou’s gone too far.  Them above only knows what is best.’

Again that long, cooing whistle.  ‘Sylvie!’

‘He’s been very kind to us all,’ said Sylvia, laying her rake down with slow care, ‘and I’ll try t’ make him happy.’

CHAPTER XXIX

WEDDING RAIMENT

Philip and Sylvia were engaged.  It was not so happy a state of things as Philip had imagined.  He had already found that out, although it was not twenty-four hours since Sylvia had promised to be his.  He could not have defined why he was dissatisfied; if he had been compelled to account for his feeling, he would probably have alleged as a reason that Sylvia’s manner was so unchanged by her new position towards him.  She was quiet and gentle; but no shyer, no brighter, no coyer, no happier, than she had been for months before.  When she joined him at the field-gate, his heart was beating fast, his eyes were beaming out love at her approach.  She neither blushed nor smiled, but seemed absorbed in thought of some kind.  But she resisted his silent effort to draw her away from the path leading to the house, and turned her face steadily homewards.  He murmured soft words, which she scarcely heard.  Right in their way was the stone trough for the fresh bubbling water, that, issuing from a roadside spring, served for all the household purposes of Haytersbank Farm.  By it were the milk-cans, glittering and clean.  Sylvia knew she should have to stop for these, and carry them back home in readiness for the evening’s milking; and at this time, during this action, she resolved to say what was on her mind.

They were there.  Sylvia spoke.

‘Philip, Kester has been saying as how it might ha’ been——­’

‘Well!’ said Philip.

Sylvia sate down on the edge of the trough, and dipped her hot little hand in the water.  Then she went on quickly, and lifting her beautiful eyes to Philip’s face, with a look of inquiry—­’He thinks as Charley Kinraid may ha’ been took by t’ press-gang.’

It was the first time she had named the name of her former lover to her present one since the day, long ago now, when they had quarrelled about him; and the rosy colour flushed her all over; but her sweet, trustful eyes never flinched from their steady, unconscious gaze.

Philip’s heart stopped beating; literally, as if he had come to a sudden precipice, while he had thought himself securely walking on sunny greensward.  He went purple all over from dismay; he dared not take his eyes away from that sad, earnest look of hers, but he was thankful that a mist came before them and drew a veil before his brain.  He heard his own voice saying words he did not seem to have framed in his own mind.

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