206 TYLNEY HALL. described. During the woman's presence he had watched for some secret sign of recognition, or hint of an assignation ! but his expectation ended in disappointment, for he could not even catch her eye. Her injunction was for- gotten. The approaching term reminded him of the painful probability of returning to college with the question which lay nearest to his heart still unsolved ; and he determined at all hazards to follow her, and to ascertain finally whether the obnoxious reproach of his birth was to be cured or to be endured. Trusting, therefore, to his own inven- tion for an excuse afterwards, he slipped quietly out of the room, and leaving the company to their own conjectures as to his absence, set forth in pursuit of the wanderer. Pos- sibly the latter anticipated this course ; for she studiously chose the most unfrequented lanes and by-ways, and it was finally in the loneliest and dreariest spot of the neighbourhood that the Creole, like Saul, held communion with his Witch of Endor. CHAPTER VI. You do seem to know Something of rne, or what concerns me. 'Pray you (Since doubting things go ill, often hurts more Than to be sure they do : for certainties Either are past remedies, or, timely knowing, The remedy then born) discover to me "What both you spur and stop. Cymbeline. My other self, my counsel's consistory, My oracle, my prophet, 1 as a child will go by thy direction. Richard III. " You have ill obeyed my command, Walter Tyrrel," said the woman, as she seated herself on a log by the way side :
TYLKEY HALL. 207 tiently. " What I desire to know concerns the past rather than the future, so you may spare your palmistry." '*' My thoughts glance backwards as well as yours/' said the woman, " and have as little to do with palmistry. Tell me, Walter Tyrrel, is it becoming that I and my child, my foster-child, should meet without a greeting ? If I claimed an embrace even, it might be my due." tc There it is then," said the Creole, extending his hand to her, which she covered with kisses. " I am a poor fond woman," she said, " and my doting memory will fly back to the time when you hung smiling on my bosom, or lay sleeping on my knees." "