The American Senator. Anthony Trollope

of forty as very much too old for falling in love. It is a mistake which it will take him fully ten years to rectify, and then he will make a similar mistake as to men of fifty. With his awe for Morton's combined learning and age, it never occurred to him to be jealous.

      Morton passed on rapidly, almost feeling that he had been a brute. But what business had the objectionable man to address him? He tried to excuse himself, but yet he felt that he had been a brute—and had so demeaned himself in reference to the daughter of the Dillsborough attorney! He would teach himself to do all he could to promote the marriage. He would give sage advice to Mary Masters as to the wisdom of establishing herself—having not an hour since made up his mind that he would never see her again! He would congratulate the attorney and Mrs. Masters. He would conquer the absurd feeling which at present was making him wretched. He would cultivate some sort of acquaintance with the man, and make the happy pair a wedding present. But, yet, what "a beast" the man was, with that billicock hat on one side of his head, and those tight leather gaiters!

      As he passed through the town towards his own house, he saw Mr. Runciman standing in front of the hotel. His road took him up Hobbs gate, by the corner of the Bush; but Runciman came a little out of the way to meet him. "You have heard the news?" said the innkeeper.

      "I have heard one piece of news."

      "What's that, sir?"

      "Come—you tell me yours first."

      "The young squire is coming down to Bragton next week."

      "That's my news too. It is not likely that there should be two matters of interest in Dillsborough on the same day."

      "I don't know why Dillsborough should be worse off than any other place, Mr. Morton; but at any rate the squire's coming."

      "So Mrs. Hopkins told me. Has he written to you?"

      "His coachman or his groom has; or perhaps he keeps what they call an ekkery. He's much too big a swell to write to the likes of me. Lord bless me—when I think of it, I wonder how many dozen of orders I've had from Lord Rufford under his own hand. 'Dear Runciman, dinner at eight; ten of us; won't wait a moment. Yours R.' I suppose Mr. Morton would think that his lordship had let himself down by anything of that sort?"

      "What does my cousin want?"

      "Two pair of horses—for a week certain, and perhaps longer, and two carriages. How am I to let anyone have two pair of horses for a week certain—and perhaps longer? What are other customers to do? I can supply a gentleman by the month and buy horses to suit; or I can supply him by the job. But I guess Mr. Morton don't well know how things are managed in this country. He'll have to learn."

      "What day does he come?"

      "They haven't told me that yet, Mr. Morton."

      CHAPTER VII.

      THE WALK HOME.

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      Mary Masters, when Reginald Morton had turned his back upon her at the bridge, was angry with herself and with him, which was reasonable; and very angry also with Larry Twentyman, which was unreasonable. As she had at once acceded to Morton's proposal that they should walk round the house together, surely he should not have deserted her so soon. It had not been her fault that the other man had come up. She had not wanted him. But she was aware that when the option had in some sort been left to herself, she had elected to walk back with Larry. She knew her own motives and her own feelings, but neither of the men would understand them. Because she preferred the company of Mr. Morton, and had at the moment feared that her sisters would have deserted her had she followed him, therefore she had declared her purpose of going back to Dillsborough, in doing which she knew that Larry and the girls would accompany her. But of course Mr. Morton would think that she had preferred the company of her recognised admirer. It was pretty well known in Dillsborough that Larry was her lover. Her stepmother had spoken of it very freely; and Larry himself was a man who did not keep his lights hidden under a bushel. "I hope I've not been in the way, Mary," said Mr. Twentyman, as soon as Morton was out of hearing.

      "In the way of what?"

      "I didn't think there was any harm in offering to go up to the house with you if you were going."

      "Who has said there was any harm?" The path was only broad enough for one and she was walking first. Larry was following her and the girls were behind him.

      "I think that Mr. Morton is a very stuck-up fellow," said Kate, who was the last.

      "Hold your tongue, Kate," said Mary. "You don't know what you are talking about."

      "I know as well as any one when a person is good-natured. What made him go off in that hoity-toity fashion? Nobody had said anything to him."

      "He always looks as though he were going to eat somebody," said Dolly.

      "He shan't eat me," said Kate.

      Then there was a pause, during which they all went along quickly, Mary leading the way. Larry felt that he was wasting his opportunity; and yet hardly knew how to use it, feeling that the girl was angry with him.

      "I wish you'd say, Mary, whether you think that I did anything wrong?"

      "Nothing wrong to me, Mr. Twentyman."

      "Did I do anything wrong to him?"

      "I don't know how far you may be acquainted with him. He was proposing to go somewhere, and you offered to go with him."

      "I offered to go with you," said Larry sturdily. "I suppose I'm sufficiently acquainted with you."

      "Quite so," said Mary.

      "Why should he be so proud? I never said an uncivil word to him. He's nothing to me. If he can do without me, I'm sure that I can do without him."

      "Very well indeed, I should think."

      "The truth is, Mary—"

      "There has been quite enough said about it, Mr. Twentyman."

      "The truth is, Mary, I came on purpose to have a word with you." Hearing this, Kate rushed on and pulled Larry by the tail of his coat.

      "How did you know I was to be there?" demanded Mary sharply.

      "I didn't know. I had reason to think you perhaps might be there. The girls I knew had been asking you to come as far as the bridge. At any rate I took my chance. I'd seen him some time before, and then I saw you."

      "If I'm to be watched about in that way," said Mary angrily, "I won't go out at all."

      "Of course I want to see you. Why shouldn't I? I'm all fair and above board;—ain't I? Your father and mother know all about it. It isn't as though I were doing anything clandestine." He paused for a reply, but Mary walked on in silence. She knew quite well that he was warranted in seeking her, and that nothing but a very positive decision on her part could put an end to his courtship. At the present moment she was inclined to be very positive, but he had hardly as yet given her an opportunity of speaking out. "I think you know, Mary, what it is that I want." They were now at a rough stile which enabled him to come close up to her and help her. She tripped over the stile with a light step and again walked on rapidly. The field they were in enabled him to get up to her side, and now if ever was his opportunity. It was a long straggling meadow which he knew well, with the Dill running by it all the way—or rather two meadows with an open space where there had once been a gate. He had ridden through the gap a score of times, and knew that at the further side of the second meadow they would come upon the high road. The fields were certainly much better for his purpose than the road. "Don't you think, Mary, you could say a kind word to me?"

      "I never said anything unkind."

      "You can't think ill of me for loving you better than all the world."

      "I don't think ill of you at all. I think very well of you."

      "That's