likely to be worse than her past, for after her years of contented renunciation, she had slipped back into desire and longing: she found joyless days of distasteful occupation harder and harder - she found the image of the intense and varied life she yearned for and despaired of, becoming more and more importunate. The sound of the opening door roused her, and hastily wiping away her tears, she began to turn over the leaves of her book.

`There is one pleasure, I know, Maggie, that your deepest dismalness will never resist,' said Lucy, beginning to speak as soon as she entered the room. `That is music. And I mean you to have quite a riotous feast of it. I mean you to get up your playing again, which used to be so much better than mine when we were at Laceham.'

`You would have laughed to see me playing the little girls' tunes over and over to them, when I took them to practice,' said Maggie, `just for the sake of fingering the dear keys again. But I don't know whether I could play anything more difficult now than "Begone, dull care"!'

`I know what a wild state of joy you used to be in when the glee-men came round,' said Lucy, taking up her embroidery, `and we might have all those old glees that you used to love so, if I were certain that you don't feel exactly as Tom does about some things.'

`I should have thought there was nothing you might be more certain of,' said Maggie, smiling.

`I ought rather to have said, one particular thing. Because if you feel just as he does about that, we shall want our third voice. St Ogg's is so miserably provided with musical gentlemen. There are really only Stephen and Philip Wakem who have any knowledge of music, so as to be able to sing a part.'

Lucy looked up from her work as she uttered the last sentence, and saw that there was a change in Maggie's face.

`Does it hurt you to hear the name mentioned, Maggie? If it does, I will not speak of him again. I know Tom will not see him if he can avoid it.'

`I don't feel at all as Tom does on that subject,' said Maggie, rising and going to the window as if she wanted to see more of the landscape. `I've always liked Philip Wakem ever since I was a little girl and saw him at Lorton. He was so good when Tom hurt his foot.'

`O, I'm so glad!' said Lucy. `Then you won't mind his coming sometimes, and we can have much more music than we could without him. I'm very fond of poor Philip, only I wish he were not so morbid about his deformity. I suppose it is his deformity that makes him so sad - and sometimes bitter. It is certainly very piteous to see his poor little crooked body and pale face among great strong people.'

`But, Lucy,' said Maggie, trying to arrest the prattling stream,...

`Ah, there is the door-bell. That must be Stephen,' Lucy went on, not noticing Maggie's faint effort to speak. `One of the things I most admire in Stephen is, that he makes a greater friend of Philip than any one.'

It was too late for Maggie to speak now: the drawing-room door was opening, and Minny was already growling in a small way, at the entrance of a tall gentleman, who went up to Lucy and took her hand with a half polite, half tender glance and tone of inquiry, which seemed to indicate that he was unconscious of any other presence.

`Let me introduce you to my cousin, Miss Tulliver,' said Lucy, turning with wicked enjoyment towards Maggie, who now approached from the farther window. `This is Mr Stephen Guest.'

For one instant Stephen could not conceal his astonishment at the sight of this tall dark-eyed nymph with her jet- black coronet of hair, the next, Maggie felt herself, for the first time in her life, receiving


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