`Here is another of the moral results of this idiotic bazaar,' Stephen burst forth, as soon as Miss Torry had left the room - `taking young ladies from the duties of the domestic hearth into scenes of dissipation among urn-rugs and embroidered reticules! I should like to know what is the proper function of women if it is not to make reasons for husbands to stay at home and still stronger reasons for bachelors to go out.If this goes on much longer the bounds of society will be dissolved.'
`Well, it will not go on much longer,' said Lucy, laughing, `for the bazaar is to take place on Monday week.'
`Thank heaven!' said Stephen.`Kenn himself said the other day, that he didn't like this plan of making vanity do the work of charity; but just as the British public is not reasonable enough to bear direct taxation, so St Ogg's has not got force of motive enough to build and endow schools without calling in the force of folly.'
`Did he say so?' said little Lucy, her hazel eyes opening wide with anxiety.`I never heard him say anything of that kind - I thought he approved of what we were doing.'
`I'm sure he appoves you ,' said Stephen, smiling at her affectionately;`your conduct in going out to-night looks vicious, I own, but I know there is benevolence at the bottom of it.'
`O, you think too well of me,' said Lucy, shaking her head, with a pretty blush.And there the subject ended.But it was tacitly understood that Stephen would not come in the evening, and on the strength of that tacit understanding he made his morning visit the longer, not saying good-by until after four.
Maggie was seated in the drawing-room alone, shortly after dinner, with Minny on her lap, having left her uncle to his wine and his nap, and her mother to the compromise between knitting and nodding which, when there was no company, she always carried on in the dining-room till tea-time.
Maggie was stooping to caress the tiny silken pet, and comforting him for his mistress's absence, when the sound of a footstep on the gravel made her look up and she saw Mr Stephen Guest walking up the garden as if he had come straight from the river.It was very unusual to see him so soon after dinner! He often complained that their dinner-hour was late at Park House.Nevertheless, there he was, in his black dress: he had evidently been home, and must have come again by the river.Maggie felt her cheeks glowing and her heart beating: it was natural she should be so nervous, for she was not accustomed to receive visitors alone.He had seen her look up through the open window, and raised his hat as he walked towards it, to enter that way instead of by the door.He blushed too, and certainly looked as foolish as a young man of some wit and self-possession can be expected to look, as he walked in with a roll of music in his hand, and said with an air of hesitating improvisation, `You are surprised to see me again, Miss Tulliver - I ought to apologise for coming upon you by surprise, but I wanted to come into the town, and I got our man to row me, so I thought I would bring these things from the "Maid of Artois" for your cousin.I forgot them this morning.Will you give them to her?'
`Yes,' said Maggie, who had risen confusedly with Minny in her arms, and now, not quite knowing what to do, sat down again.
Stephen laid down his hat, with the music, which rolled on the floor, and sat down in the chair close by her.He had never done so before, and both he and Maggie were quite aware that it was an entirely new position.
`Well, you pampered minion!' said Stephen, leaning to pull the long curly ears that drooped over Maggie's arm.It was not a suggestive remark, and as the speaker did not follow it up by further development, it naturally left the conversation at a stand-still.It seemed to Stephen like some action in a dream that he was obliged to do, and wonder at himself all the while - to go on stroking Minny's head.Yet it was very pleasant: he only wished he dared look at Maggie, and that she would look at him, -let him have one long look into those deep strange eyes of hers and then he would be satisfied and quite reasonable after that.He thought it was becoming a sort of monomania with him, to want that long look from Maggie, and he was racking his invention continually to find out some means by which he could have it without its appearing singular and entailing subsequent embarrassment.As for Maggie she had no distinct thought - only the sense of a presence like that of a closely-hovering broad-winged bird in the darkness, for she was unable to look up and saw nothing but Minny's back wavy coat.
But this must end some time - perhaps it ended very soon, and only seemed long, as a minute's dream does.Stephen at last sat upright, sideways in his chair, leaning one hand and arm over the back and looking at Maggie.
What should he say?
`We shall have a splendid sunset, I think.Shan't you go out and see it?'
`I don't know,' said Maggie.Then, courageously raising her eyes and looking out of the window, `If I'm not playing cribbage with my uncle.'
A pause: during which Minny is stroked again, but has sufficient insight not to be grateful for it - to growl rather.
`Do you like sitting alone?'
A rather arch look came over Maggie's face, and just glancing at Stephen, she said, `Would it be quite civil to say "yes"?'
`It was rather a dangerous question for an intruder to ask,'
said Stephen, delighted with that glance, and getting determined to stay for another.`But you will have more than half an hour to yourself after I am gone,' he added, taking out his watch.`I know Mr Deane never comes in till half-past seven.'
