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"
This
parlour
is
not
his
sphere
,
"
I
reflected
:
"
the
Himalayan
ridge
or
Caffre
bush
,
even
the
plague-cursed
Guinea
Coast
swamp
would
suit
him
better
.
Well
may
he
eschew
the
calm
of
domestic
life
;
it
is
not
his
element
:
there
his
faculties
stagnate
--
they
can
not
develop
or
appear
to
advantage
.
It
is
in
scenes
of
strife
and
danger
--
where
courage
is
proved
,
and
energy
exercised
,
and
fortitude
tasked
--
that
he
will
speak
and
move
,
the
leader
and
superior
.
A
merry
child
would
have
the
advantage
of
him
on
this
hearth
.
He
is
right
to
choose
a
missionary
's
career
--
I
see
it
now
.
"
"
They
are
coming
!
they
are
coming
!
"
cried
Hannah
,
throwing
open
the
parlour
door
.
At
the
same
moment
old
Carlo
barked
joyfully
.
Out
I
ran
.
It
was
now
dark
;
but
a
rumbling
of
wheels
was
audible
.
Hannah
soon
had
a
lantern
lit
.
The
vehicle
had
stopped
at
the
wicket
;
the
driver
opened
the
door
:
first
one
well-known
form
,
then
another
,
stepped
out
.
In
a
minute
I
had
my
face
under
their
bonnets
,
in
contact
first
with
Mary
's
soft
cheek
,
then
with
Diana
'
s
flowing
curls
.
They
laughed
--
kissed
me
--
then
Hannah
:
patted
Carlo
,
who
was
half
wild
with
delight
;
asked
eagerly
if
all
was
well
;
and
being
assured
in
the
affirmative
,
hastened
into
the
house
.
They
were
stiff
with
their
long
and
jolting
drive
from
Whitcross
,
and
chilled
with
the
frosty
night
air
;
but
their
pleasant
countenances
expanded
to
the
cheerful
firelight
.
While
the
driver
and
Hannah
brought
in
the
boxes
,
they
demanded
St.
John
.
At
this
moment
he
advanced
from
the
parlour
.
They
both
threw
their
arms
round
his
neck
at
once
.
He
gave
each
one
quiet
kiss
,
said
in
a
low
tone
a
few
words
of
welcome
,
stood
a
while
to
be
talked
to
,
and
then
,
intimating
that
he
supposed
they
would
soon
rejoin
him
in
the
parlour
,
withdrew
there
as
to
a
place
of
refuge
.
I
had
lit
their
candles
to
go
upstairs
,
but
Diana
had
first
to
give
hospitable
orders
respecting
the
driver
;
this
done
,
both
followed
me
.
They
were
delighted
with
the
renovation
and
decorations
of
their
rooms
;
with
the
new
drapery
,
and
fresh
carpets
,
and
rich
tinted
china
vases
:
they
expressed
their
gratification
ungrudgingly
.
I
had
the
pleasure
of
feeling
that
my
arrangements
met
their
wishes
exactly
,
and
that
what
I
had
done
added
a
vivid
charm
to
their
joyous
return
home
.
Sweet
was
that
evening
.
My
cousins
,
full
of
exhilaration
,
were
so
eloquent
in
narrative
and
comment
,
that
their
fluency
covered
St.
John
's
taciturnity
:
he
was
sincerely
glad
to
see
his
sisters
;
but
in
their
glow
of
fervour
and
flow
of
joy
he
could
not
sympathise
.
The
event
of
the
day
--
that
is
,
the
return
of
Diana
and
Mary
--
pleased
him
;
but
the
accompaniments
of
that
event
,
the
glad
tumult
,
the
garrulous
glee
of
reception
irked
him
:
I
saw
he
wished
the
calmer
morrow
was
come
.
In
the
very
meridian
of
the
night
's
enjoyment
,
about
an
hour
after
tea
,
a
rap
was
heard
at
the
door
.
Hannah
entered
with
the
intimation
that
"
a
poor
lad
was
come
,
at
that
unlikely
time
,
to
fetch
Mr.
Rivers
to
see
his
mother
,
who
was
drawing
away
.
"
"
Where
does
she
live
,
Hannah
?
"
"
Clear
up
at
Whitcross
Brow
,
almost
four
miles
off
,
and
moor
and
moss
all
the
way
.
"
"
Tell
him
I
will
go
.
"
"
I
'm
sure
,
sir
,
you
had
better
not
.
It
'
s
the
worst
road
to
travel
after
dark
that
can
be
:
there
's
no
track
at
all
over
the
bog
.
And
then
it
is
such
a
bitter
night
--
the
keenest
wind
you
ever
felt
.
