Agnes . gan to ascend the hill at Hamp-stead. It was there that Walter had been taken,and it was necessary to slacken the pace of thehorses going up the hill, and the slow progressmade Agnes desperate. All this time JackCharlton sat by her side, careful of her as abrother, and without doing or saying anything,loyal gentleman as he was, to call himself toher attention. There are people who exchangelove-looks, and are comforted in their deepesttrouble—but Mrs. Trevelyan was not of thatfashion of woman; neither was Jack Charlton aman to take advantage of his position by so muchas a glance. He sat
Agnes . gan to ascend the hill at Hamp-stead. It was there that Walter had been taken,and it was necessary to slacken the pace of thehorses going up the hill, and the slow progressmade Agnes desperate. All this time JackCharlton sat by her side, careful of her as abrother, and without doing or saying anything,loyal gentleman as he was, to call himself toher attention. There are people who exchangelove-looks, and are comforted in their deepesttrouble—but Mrs. Trevelyan was not of thatfashion of woman; neither was Jack Charlton aman to take advantage of his position by so muchas a glance. He sat by her, close to her, hersole guardian and help, and saw that in her heartthere was not a thought of him—and perhaps VOL. III. T 374 Agnes, he felt it hard; but a woman who is a mother isdifferent from other women; and it was thus thatAgnes pursued her anxious way through thesummer darkness^ through the soft^ odorous,dreamy gloom, now verging on midnight, to findher boy. CHAPTER XVIII. How it Ended,. T was a house enclosed in a gardensurrounded with walls clothed andrustling mth ivy and of those white flowers droppedupon Agness head^ among the hea^y folds of herveil, as she passed underneath the long sweej)ingbranches,, and lay there enclosed till the nexttime she put it on, which was not until sad andsore events had made the hours look like door was opened by a maid, not very cleannor particularly prepossessing, who, nevertheless,went forward eagerly at the sight of Agnes. Thefirst words this woman said went to !Mrs. Tre-velyan^s heart like a sentence of death. Shesaid, Is it you, ma^am, as is his mamma l!^Agnes was not able to answer except by a hurriednod of her head. She went in, into the littlesquare hall which looked so peaceful and pleasant;the light of the bright little lamp dazzled herT 2 276 Agnes. eyes coming out of the darkness^ and the suddenconfirmation of her fears made her sick andgiddy. She stumbled and tottered for the mo-ment^ so
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