recognising them; and halfway up the hill I came to a sudden resolution and turned back.
"Mr. Laquedem," said I, approaching them, "I put it to you, as a man of education and decent feeling, is this quite honourable?"
"I believe, sir," he answered courteously enough, "I can convince you that it is. But clearly this is neither the time nor the place."
"You must excuse me," I went on, "but I have known Julia since she was a child."
To this he made an extraordinary answer. "No longer?" he asked; and added, with a change of tone, "Had you not forbidden me the vicarage, sir, I might have something to say to you."
"If it concern the girl's spiritual welfare—or yours—I shall be happy to hear it."
"In that case," said he, "I will do myself the pleasure of calling upon you—shall we say to-morrow evening?"
He was as good as his word. At nine o'clock next evening—about the hour of his former visit—Frances ushered him into my parlour. The similarity of circumstance may have suggested to me to draw the comparison; at any rate I observed then for the first time that rapid ageing of his features which afterwards became a matter of common remark. The face was no longer that of the young man who had entered my parlour two years before; already some streaks of grey showed in his black locks, and he seemed even to move wearily.
