MIDDLEMARCH (Completed)

Chapter 86

"Le coeur se sature d'amour comme d'un sel divin qui le

conserve; de la l'incorruptible adherence de ceux qui se

sont aimes des l'aube de la vie, et la fraicheur des vielles

amours prolonges. Il existe un embaumement d'amour. C'est de

Daphnis et Chloe que sont faits Philemon et Baucis. Cette

vieillesse la, ressemblance du soir avec l'aurore."

--VICTOR HUGO: L'homme qui rit.

Mrs. Garth, hearing Caleb enter the passage about tea-time, opened

the parlor-door and said, "There you are, Caleb. Have you had

your dinner?" (Mr. Garth's meals were much subordinated to "business.")

"Oh yes, a good dinner--cold mutton and I don't know what.

Where is Mary?"

"In the garden with Letty, I think."

"Fred is not come yet?"

"No. Are you going out again without taking tea, Caleb?"

said Mrs. Garth, seeing that her absent-minded husband

was putting on again the hat which he had just taken off.

"No, no; I'm only going to Mary a minute."

Mary was in a grassy corner of the garden, where there was a swing

loftily hung between two pear-trees. She had a pink kerchief tied

over her head, making a little poke to shade her eyes from the

level sunbeams, while she was giving a glorious swing to Letty,

who laughed and screamed wildly.

Seeing her father, Mary left the swing and went to meet him,

pushing back the pink kerchief and smiling afar off at him with

the involuntary smile of loving pleasure.

"I came to look for you, Mary," said Mr. Garth. "Let us walk

about a bit."

Mary knew quite well that her father had something particular to say:

his eyebrows made their pathetic angle, and there was a tender gravity

in his voice: these things had been signs to her when she was Letty's

age. She put her arm within his, and they turned by the row of

nut-trees.

"It will be a sad while before you can be married, Mary," said her father,

not looking at her, but at the end of the stick which he held in his other

hand.

"Not a sad while, father--I mean to be merry," said Mary,

laughingly. "I have been single and merry for four-and-twenty

years and more: I suppose it will not be quite as long again

as that." Then, after a little pause, she said, more gravely,

bending her face before her father's, "If you are contented with Fred?"

Caleb screwed up his mouth and turned his head aside wisely.