1. THE NINTH OF JULY

The day of their departure was one of the most glowing that the climax

of a long series of summer heats could evolve. The wide expanse of

landscape quivered up and down like the flame of a taper, as they

steamed along through the midst of it. Placid flocks of sheep reclining

under trees a little way off appeared of a pale blue colour. Clover

fields were livid with the brightness of the sun upon their deep red

flowers. All waggons and carts were moved to the shade by their careful

owners, rain-water butts fell to pieces; well-buckets were lowered

inside the covers of the well-hole, to preserve them from the fate of

the butts, and generally, water seemed scarcer in the country than the

beer and cider of the peasantry who toiled or idled there.

To see persons looking with children’s eyes at any ordinary scenery, is

a proof that they possess the charming faculty of drawing new sensations

from an old experience--a healthy sign, rare in these feverish days--the

mark of an imperishable brightness of nature.

Both brother and sister could do this; Cytherea more noticeably. They

watched the undulating corn-lands, monotonous to all their companions;

the stony and clayey prospect succeeding those, with its angular and

abrupt hills. Boggy moors came next, now withered and dry--the spots

upon which pools usually spread their waters showing themselves as

circles of smooth bare soil, over-run by a net-work of innumerable

little fissures. Then arose plantations of firs, abruptly terminating

beside meadows cleanly mown, in which high-hipped, rich-coloured cows,

with backs horizontal and straight as the ridge of a house, stood

motionless or lazily fed. Glimpses of the sea now interested them, which

became more and more frequent till the train finally drew up beside the

platform at Budmouth.

‘The whole town is looking out for us,’ had been Graye’s impression

throughout the day. He called upon Mr. Gradfield--the only man who had

been directly informed of his coming--and found that Mr. Gradfield had

forgotten it.

However, arrangements were made with this gentleman--a stout, active,

grey-bearded burgher of sixty--by which Owen was to commence work in his

office the following week.

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