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Moreover, a subtlist in emotions, he cultivated as under glasses

strange and mournful pleasures that he would not willingly let die just

at present. To show any forwardness in suggesting a modus vivendi to

Grace would be to put an end to these exotics. To be the vassal of her

sweet will for a time, he demanded no more, and found solace in the

contemplation of the soft miseries she caused him.

Approaching the hill-top with a mind strung to these notions, Fitzpiers

discerned a gay procession of people coming over the crest, and was not

long in perceiving it to be a wedding-party.

Though the wind was keen the women were in light attire, and the

flowered waistcoats of the men had a pleasing vividness of pattern.

Each of the gentler ones clung to the arm of her partner so tightly as

to have with him one step, rise, swing, gait, almost one centre of

gravity. In the buxom bride Fitzpiers recognized no other than Suke

Damson, who in her light gown looked a giantess; the small husband

beside her he saw to be Tim Tangs.

Fitzpiers could not escape, for they had seen him; though of all the

beauties of the world whom he did not wish to meet Suke was the chief.

But he put the best face on the matter that he could and came on, the

approaching company evidently discussing him and his separation from

Mrs. Fitzpiers. As the couples closed upon him he expressed his

congratulations.

"We be just walking round the parishes to show ourselves a bit," said

Tim. "First we het across to Delborough, then athwart to here, and

from here we go to Rubdown and Millshot, and then round by the

cross-roads home. Home says I, but it won't be that long! We be off

next month."

"Indeed. Where to?"

Tim informed him that they were going to New Zealand. Not but that he

would have been contented with Hintock, but his wife was ambitious and

wanted to leave, so he had given way.

"Then good-by," said Fitzpiers; "I may not see you again." He shook

hands with Tim and turned to the bride. "Good-by, Suke," he said,

taking her hand also. "I wish you and your husband prosperity in the

country you have chosen." With this he left them, and hastened on to

his appointment.

The wedding-party re-formed and resumed march likewise. But in

restoring his arm to Suke, Tim noticed that her full and blooming

countenance had undergone a change. "Holloa! me dear--what's the

matter?" said Tim.