An Unexpected Occurrence

We will now turn to a certain still, cold, cloudy afternoon about the commencement of December, when the first fall of snow lay thinly scattered over the blighted fields and frozen roads, or stored more thickly in the hollows of the deep cart ruts and footsteps of men and horses, impressed in the now petrified mire of last month's drenching rains. I remember it well, for I was walking home from the vicarage, with no less remarkable a personage than Miss Eliza Millward by my side. I had been to call upon her iather,-- a sacrifice to civility undertaken entirely to please my mother, not myself, for I hated to go near the house; not merely on account of my antipathy to the once so bewitching Eliza, but because I had not half forgiven the old gentleman himself for his ill opinion of Mrs. Huntingdon; for though now constrained to acknowledge himself mistaken in his former judgment, he still maintained that she had done wrong to leave her husband; it was a violation of her sacred duties as a wife, and a tempting of Providence by laying herself open to temptation; and nothing short of bodily ill-usage (and that of no trifling nature) could excuse such a step-- or even that, for in such a case she ought to appeal to the laws for protection. But it was not of him I intended to speak; it was of his daughter Eliza. Just as I was taking leave of the vicar, she entered the room, ready equipped for a walk.

`I was just coming to see your sister, Mr. Markham,' said she; `and so if you have no objection, I'll accompany you home. I like company when I'm walking out--don't you?'

`Yes, when it's agreeable.'

`That of course,' rejoined the young lady, smiling archly. So we proceeded together.

`Shall I find Rose at home, do you think?' said she, as we closed the garden gate, and set our faces towards Lirden-car.

`I believe so.'

`I trust I shall, for I've a little bit of news for her--if you haven't forestalled me.'


`Yes: do you know what Mr. Lawrence is gone for?' She looked up anxiously for my reply.

`Is he gone?' said I, and her face brightened.

`Ah! then he hasn't told you about his sister?'

`What of her?' I demanded, in terror lest some evil should have befallen her.

`Oh, Mr. Markham, how you blush!' cried she with a tormenting laugh. `Ha, ha, you have not forgotten her yet! But you had better be quick about it, I can tell you, for alas, alas!--she's going to be married next Thursday!'

`No, Miss Eliza! that's false.'

`Do you charge me with a falsehood, sir?'

`You are misinformed.'

`Am I? Do you know better then?'

`I think I do.'

`What makes you look so pale then?' said she, smiling with delight at my emotion. `Is it anger at poor me for telling such a fib? Well, I only "tell the tale as 'twas told to me:" I don't vouch for the truth of it; but at the same time, I don't see what reason Sarah should have for deceiving me, or her informant for

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