Excerpt: ...fell in love with Mr. Walden, what would you say?" "Suppose a Moon-calf jumped over the moon!" said Cicely disdainfully-"Saint Moses! Maryllia is as likely to fall in love as I am, -and I'm the very last possibility in the way of sentiment. Why, whatever are you thinking of? Maryllia has heaps of men in, love with her, -she could marry ...Read MoreExcerpt: ...fell in love with Mr. Walden, what would you say?" "Suppose a Moon-calf jumped over the moon!" said Cicely disdainfully-"Saint Moses! Maryllia is as likely to fall in love as I am, -and I'm the very last possibility in the way of sentiment. Why, whatever are you thinking of? Maryllia has heaps of men in, love with her, -she could marry to-morrow if she liked." "Ay, no doubt she could marry-that is quite common-but perhaps she could not love!" And Julian waved one hand expressively. "To love is so new!-so fresh!" "But Maryllia would never fall in love with a PARSON!" declared Cicely, almost resentfully-"A parson!-a country parson too! The idea is perfectly ridiculous!" A glimmer of white in the vista of the flowering 'Cherry-Tree Walk' here suddenly appeared and warned her that Maryllia and the Reverend John were returning from their inspection of the rose-garden. She cheeked herself in an outburst of speech and silently watched them approaching. Adderley watched them too with a kind of lachrymose interest. They were deep in conversation, and Maryllia carried a bunch of white and blush roses which she had evidently just gathered. She looked charmingly animated, and now and then a light ripple of her laughter floated out on the air as sweet as the songs of the birds chirming around them. "The roses are perfectly lovely!" she exclaimed delightedly, as she came under the shadow of the great cedar-tree; "Mr. Walden says he has never seen the standards so full of bud." Here she held the cluster she had gathered under Cicely's nose. "Aren't they delicious! Oh, by the bye, Mr. Walden, I have promised you one! You must have it, in return for the spray of lilac you gave me when I came to see YOUR garden! Now you must take a rose from mine!" And, laying all the roses on Cicely's lap, she selected one delicate half-opened, blush-white bloom. "Shall I put it in your coat for you?" "If you will so far honour me!" answered Walden;-he was strangely...Read Less
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