At a little distance, on the edge of the clearing, Marty South was

shaping spar-gads to take home for manufacture during the evenings.

While Winterborne and Mrs. Fitzpiers stood looking at her in their

mutual embarrassment at each other's presence, they beheld approaching

the girl a lady in a dark fur mantle and a black hat, having a white

veil tied picturesquely round it. She spoke to Marty, who turned and

courtesied, and the lady fell into conversation with her. It was Mrs.

Charmond.

On leaving her house, Mrs. Charmond had walked on and onward under the

fret and fever of her mind with more vigor than she was accustomed to

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show in her normal moods--a fever which the solace of a cigarette did

not entirely allay. Reaching the coppice, she listlessly observed

Marty at work, threw away her cigarette, and came near. Chop, chop,

chop, went Marty's little billhook with never more assiduity, till Mrs.

Charmond spoke.

"Who is that young lady I see talking to the woodman yonder?" she asked.

"Mrs. Fitzpiers, ma'am," said Marty.

"Oh," said Mrs. Charmond, with something like a start; for she had not

recognized Grace at that distance. "And the man she is talking to?"

"That's Mr. Winterborne."

A redness stole into Marty's face as she mentioned Giles's name, which

Mrs. Charmond did not fail to notice informed her of the state of the

girl's heart. "Are you engaged to him?" she asked, softly.

"No, ma'am," said Marty. "SHE was once; and I think--"

But Marty could not possibly explain the complications of her thoughts

on this matter--which were nothing less than one of extraordinary

acuteness for a girl so young and inexperienced--namely, that she saw

danger to two hearts naturally honest in Grace being thrown back into

Winterborne's society by the neglect of her husband. Mrs. Charmond,

however, with the almost supersensory means to knowledge which women

have on such occasions, quite understood what Marty had intended to

convey, and the picture thus exhibited to her of lives drifting away,

involving the wreck of poor Marty's hopes, prompted her to more

generous resolves than all Melbury's remonstrances had been able to

stimulate.

Full of the new feeling, she bade the girl good-afternoon, and went on

over the stumps of hazel to where Grace and Winterborne were standing.

They saw her approach, and Winterborne said, "She is coming to you; it

is a good omen. She dislikes me, so I'll go away." He accordingly

retreated to where he had been working before Grace came, and Grace's

formidable rival approached her, each woman taking the other's measure

as she came near.




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