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And yet, Sister, then, said Alfred, Marion and I had better have your true and stedfast qualities serving us here, and making us both happier and better. I wouldnt carry them away, to sustain myself, if I could!
Coach upon the hill-top! exclaimed Britain.
Time flies, Alfred, said the Doctor.
Marion had stood apart, with her eyes fixed upon the ground; but this warning being given, her young lover brought her tenderly to where her sister stood, and gave her into her embrace.
I have been telling Grace, dear Marion, he said, that you are her charge; my precious trust at parting. And when I come back and reclaim you, dearest, and the bright prospect of our married life lies stretched before us, it shall be one of our chief pleasures to consult how we can make Grace happy; how we can anticipate her wishes; how we can show our gratitude and love to her; how we can return her something of the debt she will have heaped upon us.
The younger sister had one hand in his; the other rested on her sisters neck. She looked into that sisters eyes, so calm, serene, and cheerful, with a gaze in which affection, admiration, sorrow, wonder, almost veneration, were blended. She looked into that sisters face, as if it were the face of some bright angel. Calm, serene, and cheerful, it looked back on her and on her lover.
And when the time comes, as it must one day, said Alfred, I wonder it has never come yet: but Grace knows best, for Grace is always right, when she will want a friend to open her whole heart to, and to be to her something of what she has been to us, then, Marion, how faithful we will prove, and what delight to us to know that she, our dear good sister, loves and is loved again, as we would have her!
Still the younger sister looked into her eyes, and turned not even towards him. And still those honest eyes looked back, so calm, serene, and cheerful, on herself and on her lover.
And when all that is past, and we are old, and living (as we must!) together close together; talking often of old times, said Alfred these shall be our favorite times among them this day most of all; and telling each other what we thought and felt, and hoped and feared, at parting; and how we couldnt bear to say good bye
Coach coming through the wood, cried Britain.
Yes! I am ready and how we met again, so happily, in spite of all; well make this day the happiest in all
the year, and keep it as a treble birth-day. Shall we, dear?
Yes! interposed the elder sister, eagerly, and with a radiant smile. Yes! Alfred, dont linger. Theres no time. Say good bye to Marion. And Heaven be with you!
He pressed the younger sister to his heart. Released from his embrace, she again clung to her sister; and her eyes, with the same blended look, again sought those so calm, serene, and cheerful.
Farewell my boy! said the Doctor. To talk about any serious correspondence or serious affections, and engagements, and so forth, in such a ha ha ha! you know what I mean why that, of course, would be sheer nonsense. All I can say is, that if you and Marion should continue in the same foolish minds, I shall not object to have you for a son-in-law one of these days.
Over the bridge! cried Britain.
Let it come! said Alfred, wringing the Doctors hand stoutly. Think of me sometimes, my old friend and guardian, as seriously as you can! Adieu, Mr. Snitchey! Farewell, Mr. Craggs!
Coming down the road! cried Britain.
A kiss of Clemency Newcome for long acquaintance' sake shake hands, Britain Marion, dearest heart, good bye! Sister Grace! remember!
The quiet household figure, and the face so beautiful in its serenity, were turned towards him in reply; but Marions look and attitude remained unchanged.
The coach was at the gate. There was a bustle with the luggage. The coach drove away. Marion never moved.
He waves his hat to you, my love, said Grace. Your chosen husband, darling. Look!
The younger sister raised her head, and, for a moment, turned it. Then turning back again, and fully meeting, for the first time, those calm eyes, fell sobbing on her neck.
Oh, Grace. God bless you! But I cannot bear to see it, Grace! It breaks my heart.
PART THE SECOND
The offices of Messrs. Snitchey and Craggs stood convenient with an open door, down two smooth steps in the market-place: so that any angry farmer inclining towards hot water, might tumble into it at once. Their special council-chamber and hall of conference was an old back room up stairs, with a low dark ceiling, which seemed to be knitting its brows gloomily in the consideration of tangled points of law. It was furnished with some high-backed leathern chairs, garnished with great goggle-eyed brass nails, of which, every here and there, two or three had fallen out; or had been picked out, perhaps, by the wandering thumbs and forefingers of bewildered clients. There was a framed print of a great judge in it, every curl in whose dreadful wig had made a mans hair stand on end. Bales of papers filled the dusty closets, shelves, and tables; and round the wainscoat there were tiers of boxes, padlocked and fireproof, with peoples names painted outside, which anxious visitors felt themselves, by a cruel enchantment, obliged to spell backwards and forwards, and to make anagrams of, while they sat, seeming to listen to Snitchey and Craggs, without comprehending one word of what they said.