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other day, I unbuttoned it to show a chap that very lining, and he said it was the strongest, handsomest lining you could wish to see on the king’s waistcoat himself.”

      “I don’t quite know what to wear,” she said, as if her habitual indifference alone to dress had kept back so important a subject till now.

      “Why, that blue frock you wore last week.”

      “Doesn’t set well round the neck. I couldn’t wear that.”

      “But I shan’t care.”

      “No, you won’t mind.”

      “Well, then it’s all right. Because you only care how you look to me, do you, dear? I only dress for you, that’s certain.”

      “Yes, but you see I couldn’t appear in it again very well.”

      “Any strange gentleman you mid meet in your journey might notice the set of it, I suppose. Fancy, men in love don’t think so much about how they look to other women.” It is difficult to say whether a tone of playful banter or of gentle reproach prevailed in the speech.

      “Well then, Dick,” she said, with good-humoured frankness, “I’ll own it. I shouldn’t like a stranger to see me dressed badly, even though I am in love. ’Tis our nature, I suppose.”

      “You perfect woman!”

      “Yes; if you lay the stress on ‘woman,’” she murmured, looking at a group of hollyhocks in flower, round which a crowd of butterflies had gathered like female idlers round a bonnet-shop.

      “But about the dress. Why not wear the one you wore at our party?”

      “That sets well, but a girl of the name of Bet Tallor, who lives near our house, has had one made almost like it (only in pattern, though of miserably cheap stuff), and I couldn’t wear it on that account. Dear me, I am afraid I can’t go now.”

      “O yes, you must; I know you will!” said Dick, with dismay. “Why not wear what you’ve got on?”

      “What! this old one! After all, I think that by wearing my gray one Saturday, I can make the blue one do for Sunday. Yes, I will. A hat or a bonnet, which shall it be? Which do I look best in?”

      “Well, I think the bonnet is nicest, more quiet and matronly.”

      “What’s the objection to the hat? Does it make me look old?”

      “O no; the hat is well enough; but it makes you look rather too — you won’t mind me saying it, dear?”

      “Not at all, for I shall wear the bonnet.”

      “— Rather too coquettish and flirty for an engaged young woman.”

      She reflected a minute. “Yes; yes. Still, after all, the hat would do best; hats are best, you see. Yes, I must wear the hat, dear Dicky, because I ought to wear a hat, you know.”

      Part the Fourth

      Autumn

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      Chapter I

      Going Nutting

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      Dick, dressed in his ‘second-best’ suit, burst into Fancy’s sitting-room with a glow of pleasure on his face.

      It was two o’clock on Friday, the day before her contemplated visit to her father, and for some reason connected with cleaning the school the children had been given this Friday afternoon for pastime, in addition to the usual Saturday.

      “Fancy! it happens just right that it is a leisure half day with you. Smart is lame in his near-foot-afore, and so, as I can’t do anything, I’ve made a holiday afternoon of it, and am come for you to go nutting with me!”

      She was sitting by the parlour window, with a blue frock lying across her lap and scissors in her hand.

      “Go nutting! Yes. But I’m afraid I can’t go for an hour or so.”

      “Why not? ’Tis the only spare afternoon we may both have together for weeks.”

      “This dress of mine, that I am going to wear on Sunday at Yalbury; — I find it fits so badly that I must alter it a little, after all. I told the dressmaker to make it by a pattern I gave her at the time; instead of that, she did it her own way, and made me look a perfect fright.”

      “How long will you be?” he inquired, looking rather disappointed.

      “Not long. Do wait and talk to me; come, do, dear.”

      Dick sat down. The talking progressed very favourably, amid the snipping and sewing, till about half-past two, at which time his conversation began to be varied by a slight tapping upon his toe with a walking-stick he had cut from the hedge as he came along. Fancy talked and answered him, but sometimes the answers were so negligently given, that it was evident her thoughts lay for the greater part in her lap with the blue dress.

      The clock struck three. Dick arose from his seat, walked round the room with his hands behind him, examined all the furniture, then sounded a few notes on the harmonium, then looked inside all the books he could find, then smoothed Fancy’s head with his hand. Still the snipping and sewing went on.

      The clock struck four. Dick fidgeted about, yawned privately; counted the knots in the table, yawned publicly; counted the flies on the ceiling, yawned horribly; went into the kitchen and scullery, and so thoroughly studied the principle upon which the pump was constructed that he could have delivered a lecture on the subject. Stepping back to Fancy, and finding still that she had not done, he went into her garden and looked at her cabbages and potatoes, and reminded himself that they seemed to him to wear a decidedly feminine aspect; then pulled up several weeds, and came in again. The clock struck five, and still the snipping and sewing went on.

      Dick attempted to kill a fly, peeled all the rind off his walking-stick, then threw the stick into the scullery because it was spoilt, produced hideous discords from the harmonium, and accidentally overturned a vase of flowers, the water from which ran in a rill across the table and dribbled to the floor, where it formed a lake, the shape of which, after the lapse of a few minutes, he began to modify considerably with his foot, till it was like a map of England and Wales.

      “Well, Dick, you needn’t have made quite such a mess.”

      “Well, I needn’t, I suppose.” He walked up to the blue dress, and looked at it with a rigid gaze. Then an idea seemed to cross his brain.

      “Fancy.”

      “Yes.”

      “I thought you said you were going to wear your gray gown all day tomorrow on your trip to Yalbury, and in the evening too, when I shall be with you, and ask your father for you?”

      “So I am.”

      “And the blue one only on Sunday?”

      “And the blue one Sunday.”

      “Well, dear, I sha’n’t be at Yalbury Sunday to see it.”

      “No, but I shall walk to Longpuddle church in the afternoon with father, and such lots of people will be looking at me there, you know; and it did set so badly round the neck.”

      “I never noticed it, and ’tis like nobody else would.”

      “They might.”

      “Then why not wear the gray one on Sunday as well? ’Tis as pretty as the blue one.”

      “I might make the gray one do, certainly. But it isn’t so good; it didn’t cost half so much as this one, and besides, it would be the same I wore Saturday.”

      “Then wear the striped one,

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