he time, morning. Cuckoos, thrushes, blackbirds, and
sparrows gave forth a perfect confusion of song and twitter. The road
was spotted white with the fallen leaves of apple-blossoms, and the
sparkling grey dew still lingered on the grass and flowers. Two swans
floated into view in front of the women, and then crossed the water
towards them.

'They seem to come to us without any will of their own--quite
involuntarily--don't they?' said Cytherea, looking at the birds'
graceful advance.

'Yes, but if you look narrowly you can see their hips just beneath the
water, working with the greatest energy.'

'I'd rather not see that, it spoils the idea of proud indifference to
direction which we associate with a swan.'

'It does; we'll have "involuntarily." Ah, now this reminds me of
something.'

'Of what?'

'Of a human being who involuntarily comes towards yourself.'

Cytherea looked into Miss Aldclyffe's face; her eyes grew round as
circles, and lines of wonderment came visibly upon her countenance.
She had not once regarded Manston as a lover since his wife's sudden
appearance and subsequent death. The death of a wife, and such a death,
was an overwhelming matter in her ideas of things.

'Is it a man or woman?' she said, quite innocently.

'Mr. Manston,' said Miss Aldclyffe quietly.

'Mr. Manston attracted by me _now_?' said Cytherea, standing at gaze.

'Didn't you know it?'

'Certainly I did not. Why, his poor wife has only been dead six months.'

'Of course he knows that. But loving is not done by months, or method,
or rule, or nobody would ever have invented such a phrase as "falling
in love." He does not want his love to be observed just yet, on the very
account you mention; but conceal it as he may from himself and us, it
exists definitely--and very intensely, I assure you.'

'I suppose then, that if he can't help it, it is no harm of him,' said
Cytherea naively, and beginning to ponder.

'Of course it isn't--you know that well enough. She was a great burden
and trouble to him. This may become a great good to you both.'

A rush of feeling at remembering that the same woman, before Manston's
arrival, had just as frankly advocated Edward's claims, checked
Cytherea's utterance for awhile.

'There, don't look at me like that, for Heaven's sake!' said Miss
Aldclyffe. 'You could almost kill a person by the force of reproach you
can put into those eyes of yours, I verily believe.'

Edward once in the young l