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The wedding-day drew near apace. It was Philip's plan that after

they had been married in Kirk Moorside church, he and his Sylvia,

his cousin, his love, his wife, should go for the day to Robin

Hood's Bay, returning in the evening to the house behind the shop in

the market-place. There they were to find Bell Robson installed in

her future home; for Haytersbank Farm was to be given up to the new

tenant on the very day of the wedding. Sylvia would not be married

any sooner; she said that she must stay there till the very last;

and had said it with such determination that Philip had desisted

from all urgency at once.

He had told her that all should be settled for her mother's comfort

during their few hours' absence; otherwise Sylvia would not have

gone at all. He told her he should ask Hester, who was always so

good and kind--who never yet had said him nay, to go to church with

them as bridesmaid--for Sylvia would give no thought or care to

anything but her mother--and that they would leave her at

Haytersbank as they returned from church; she would manage Mrs

Robson's removal--she would do this--do that--do everything. Such

friendly confidence had Philip in Hester's willingness and tender

skill. Sylvia acquiesced at length, and Philip took upon himself to

speak to Hester on the subject.

'Hester,' said he, one day when he was preparing to go home after

the shop was closed; 'would yo' mind stopping a bit? I should like

to show yo' the place now it's done up; and I've a favour to ask on

yo' besides.' He was so happy he did not see her shiver all over.

She hesitated just a moment before she answered,-'I'll stay, if thou wishes it, Philip. But I'm no judge o' fashions

and such like.' 'Thou'rt a judge o' comfort, and that's what I've been aiming at. I

were niver so comfortable in a' my life as when I were a lodger at

thy house,' said he, with brotherly tenderness in his tone. 'If my

mind had been at ease I could ha' said I niver were happier in all

my days than under thy roof; and I know it were thy doing for the

most part. So come along, Hester, and tell me if there's aught more

I can put in for Sylvie.' It might not have been a very appropriate text, but such as it was

the words, 'From him that would ask of thee turn not thou away,'

seemed the only source of strength that could have enabled her to go

patiently through the next half-hour. As it was, she unselfishly

brought all her mind to bear upon the subject; admired this, thought

and decided upon that, as one by one Philip showed her all his

alterations and improvements. Never was such a quiet little bit of

unconscious and unrecognized heroism. She really ended by such a

conquest of self that she could absolutely sympathize with the proud

expectant lover, and had quenched all envy of the beloved, in

sympathy with the delight she imagined Sylvia must experience when

she discovered all these proofs of Philip's fond consideration and

care. But it was a great strain on the heart, that source of life;

and when Hester returned into the parlour, after her deliberate

survey of the house, she felt as weary and depressed in bodily

strength as if she had gone through an illness of many days. She

sate down on the nearest chair, and felt as though she never could

rise again. Philip, joyous and content, stood near her talking.