“Yes?”
“And said he met Mr Cyril in the lane leading to Kilby Farm.”
“Indeed!”
“Yes, sir; and he was walking up and down as if he expected somebody to come.”
Part 1, Chapter XXVI.
An Interruption.
From the way in which people talk of the tender passion it might be supposed to be one long dream of bliss; but a little examination of other people’s hearts, and the teachings of the knowledge thus obtained with the experience of years, will go far to show that it is as often as not very far from being a dream, being, in fact, a time of misery, disappointment, and oftentimes of despair.
The earlier days of Sage Portlock’s maidenhood had glided peacefully away. She had had her troubles and annoyances like the rest of the world, but they were little, and barely ruffled the even current of her life.