'Nothing whatever. What makes you ask?'
'Don't press me to tell; it is nothing of importance. And, Stephen, you have not yet spoken to papa about our engagement?'
'No,' he said regretfully, 'I could not find him directly; and then I went on thinking so much of what you said about objections, refusals--bitter words possibly--ending our happiness, that I resolved to put it off till to-morrow; that gives us one more day of delight--delight of a tremulous kind.'
'Yes; but it would be improper to be silent too long, I think,' she said in a delicate voice, which implied that her face had grown warm. 'I want him to know we love, Stephen. Why did you adopt as your own my thought of delay?'
'I will explain; but I want to tell you of my secret first--to tell you now. It is two or three hours yet to bedtime. Let us walk up the hill to the church.'
Elfride passively assented, and they went from the lawn by a side wicket, and ascended into the open expanse of moonlight which streamed around the lonely edifice on the summit of the hill.
The door was locked. They turned from the porch, and walked hand in hand to find a resting-place in the churchyard. Stephen chose a flat tomb, showing itself to be newer and whiter than those around it, and sitting down himself, gently drew her hand towards him.
'No, not there,' she said.
'Why not here?'
'A mere fancy; but never mind.' And she sat down.
'Elfie, will you love me, in spite of everything that may be said against me?'
'O Stephen, what makes you repeat that so continually and so sadly? You know I will. Yes, indeed,' she said, drawing closer, 'whatever may be said of you--and nothing bad can be--I will cling to you just the same. Your ways shall be my ways until I die.'
'Did you ever think what my parents might be, or what society I originally moved in?'
'No, not particularly. I have observed one or two little points in your manners which are rather quaint--no more. I suppose you have moved in the ordinary society of professional people.'
'Supposing I have not--that none of my family have a profession except me?'
'I don't mind. What you are only concerns me.'
'Where do you think I went to school--I mean, to what kind of school?'
'Dr. Somebody's academy,' she said simply.
'No. To a dame school originally, then to a national school.'