and much more exclusive connection.

2. JULY THE TWENTY-NINTH

It was a sad time for Cytherea--the last day of Springrove's
management at Gradfield's, and the last evening before his return
from Budmouth to his father's house, previous to his departure for
London.

Graye had been requested by the architect to survey a plot of land
nearly twenty miles off, which, with the journey to and fro, would
occupy him the whole day, and prevent his returning till late in the
evening. Cytherea made a companion of her landlady to the extent of
sharing meals and sitting with her during the morning of her
brother's absence. Mid-day found her restless and miserable under
this arrangement. All the afternoon she sat alone, looking out of
the window for she scarcely knew whom, and hoping she scarcely knew
what. Half-past five o'clock came--the end of Springrove's official
day. Two minutes later Springrove walked by.

She endured her solitude for another half-hour, and then could
endure no longer. She had hoped--while affecting to fear--that
Edward would have found some reason or other for calling, but it
seemed that he had not. Hastily dressing herself she went out, when
the farce of an accidental meeting was repeated. Edward came upon
her in the street at the first turning, and, like the Great Duke
Ferdinand in 'The Statue and the Bust'--

'He looked at her as a lover can;
She looked at him as one who awakes--