I felt the answering pang in my own heart—the pang that told me I must lose her soon, and love her the more unchangeably for the loss.
I turned towards the garden when the door had closed on her. Miss Halcombe was standing with her hat in her hand, and her shawl over her arm, by the large window that led out to the lawn, and was looking at me attentively.
“Have you any leisure time to spare,” she asked, “before you begin to work in your own room?”
“Certainly, Miss Halcombe. I have always time
complied with this new request. The garden was carefully walled in, all round. Not a human creature, large or small, appeared in any part of the sacred seclusion. I reported that gratifying fact to Mr. Fairlie.
“A thousand thanks. My fancy, I suppose. There are no children, thank Heaven, in the house;