bright, and clear, and stainless as that sun I could not bear to look on; and shame and deep remorse for my own conduct.
Immediately after breakfast, I hurried over to Wildfell Hall. Rachel had risen many degrees in my estimation since yesterday. I was ready to greet her quite as an old friend; but every kindly impulse was checked by the look of cold distrust she cast upon me on opening the door. The old virgin had constituted herself the guardian of her lady's honour, I suppose, and doubtless she saw in me another Mr. Hargrave, only the more dangerous in being more esteemed and trusted by her mistress.
"Misses can't see any one to-day, sir—she's poorly," said she in answer to my enquiry for Mrs. Graham.
"But I must see her, Rachel," said I, placing my hand on the door to prevent its being shut against me.
"Indeed, sir, you can't," replied she, settling her countenance in still more iron frigidity than before.
