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True, the outline of her cloak, and the indications of a slender,

well-formed shape which it permitted to escape, satisfied him that the

postboy had not deceived him; but that his companion was both young and

handsome. And with this and his bargain it was to be supposed he would

be content. But the pure matter-of-factness of the girl's manner, her

silence, and her uncompromising attitude, as she walked by his side,

cooled whatever ardour her beauty and the reflection that he had

jockeyed Berkeley were calculated to arouse; and it was with an effort

that he presently lessened the distance between them.

'Et vera incessu patuit dea!' he said, speaking in the tone between jest

and earnest which he had used before. '"And all the goddess in her step

appears." Which means that you have the prettiest walk in the world, my

dear--but whither are you taking me?' She went steadily on, not deigning an answer.

'But--my charmer, let us parley,' he remonstrated, striving to maintain

a light tone. 'In a minute we shall be in the town and--'

'I thought that we understood one another,' she answered curtly, still

continuing to walk, and to look straight before her; in which position

her hood, hid her face. 'I am taking you where I want you.'

'Oh, very well,' he said, shrugging his shoulders. But under his breath

he muttered, 'By heaven, I believe that the pretty fool really

thinks--that I am going to fight for her!'

To a man who had supped at White's the night before, and knew his age to

be the âge des philosophes, it seemed the wildest fancy in the world.

And his distaste grew. But to break off and leave her--at any rate until

he had put it beyond question that she had no underthought--to break off

and leave her after placing himself in a situation so humiliating, was

too much for the pride of a Macaroni. The lines of her head and figure

too, half guessed and half revealed, and wholly light and graceful, had

caught his fancy and created a desire to subjugate her. Reluctantly,

therefore, he continued to walk beside her, over Magdalen Bridge, and

thence by a path which, skirting the city, ran across the low wooded

meadows at the back of Merton.

A little to the right the squat tower of the college loomed against the

lighter rack of clouds, and rising amid the dark lines of trees that

beautify that part of the outskirts, formed a coup d'oeil sufficiently

impressive. Here and there, in such of the chamber windows as looked

over the meadows, lights twinkled cheerfully; emboldened by which, yet

avoiding their scope, pairs of lovers of the commoner class sneaked to

and fro under the trees. Whether the presence of these recalled early

memories which Sir George's fastidiousness found unpalatable, or he felt

his fashion, smirched by the vulgarity of this Venus-walk, his

impatience grew; and was not far from bursting forth when his guide

turned sharply into an alley behind the cathedral, and, after threading

a lane of mean houses, entered a small court.