Where Duncliffe is the traveller's mark,

And cloty Stour's a-rolling dark.

More than once he looked back in the increasing obscurity of evening.

Against the sky was Shaston, dimly visible

On the grey-topp'd height

Of Paladore, as pale day wore

Away... [William Barnes.]

The new-lit lights from its windows burnt with a steady shine as if

watching him, one of which windows was his own. Above it he could

just discern the pinnacled tower of Trinity Church. The air down

here, tempered by the thick damp bed of tenacious clay, was not as it

had been above, but soft and relaxing, so that when he had walked a

mile or two he was obliged to wipe his face with his handkerchief.

Leaving Duncliffe Hill on the left he proceeded without hesitation

through the shade, as a man goes on, night or day, in a district over

which he has played as a boy. He had walked altogether about four

and a half miles

Where Stour receives her strength,

From six cleere fountains fed, [Drayton.]

when he crossed a tributary of the Stour, and reached Leddenton--a

little town of three or four thousand inhabitants--where he went

on to the boys' school, and knocked at the door of the master's

residence.

A boy pupil-teacher opened it, and to Phillotson's inquiry if Mr.

Gillingham was at home replied that he was, going at once off to his

own house, and leaving Phillotson to find his way in as he could. He

discovered his friend putting away some books from which he had been

giving evening lessons. The light of the paraffin lamp fell on

Phillotson's face--pale and wretched by contrast with his friend's,

who had a cool, practical look. They had been schoolmates in

boyhood, and fellow-students at Wintoncester Training College, many

years before this time.

"Glad to see you, Dick! But you don't look well? Nothing the

matter?"

Phillotson advanced without replying, and Gillingham closed the

cupboard and pulled up beside his visitor.

"Why you haven't been here--let me see--since you were married?

I called, you know, but you were out; and upon my word it is such a

climb after dark that I have been waiting till the days are longer

before lumpering up again. I am glad you didn't wait, however."

Though well-trained and even proficient masters, they occasionally

used a dialect-word of their boyhood to each other in private.

"I've come, George, to explain to you my reasons for taking a step

that I am about to take, so that you, at least, will understand my

motives if other people question them anywhen--as they may, indeed

certainly will... But anything is better than the present condition

of things. God forbid that you should ever have such an experience

as mine!"




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