XXXV. At an Upper Window

           

           Itwasveryearlythenextmorningatimeofsunanddew.Theconfusedbeginningsofmanybirds’songsspreadintothehealthyair,andthewanblueoftheheavenwashereandtherecoatedwiththinwebsofincorporealcloudwhichwereofnoeffectinobscuringday.Allthelightsinthescenewereyellowastocolour,andalltheshadowswereattenuatedastoform.Thecreepingplantsabouttheoldmanor-housewerebowedwithrowsofheavywaterdrops,whichhaduponobjectsbehindthemtheeffectofminutelensesofhighmagnifyingpower.

           JustbeforetheclockstruckfiveGabrielOakandCogganpassedthevillagecross,andwentontogethertothefields.Theywereyetbarelyinviewoftheirmistress’shouse,whenOakfanciedhesawtheopeningofacasementinoneoftheupperwindows.Thetwomenwereatthismomentpartiallyscreenedbyanelderbush,nowbeginningtobeenrichedwithblackbunchesoffruit,andtheypausedbeforeemergingfromitsshade.

           Ahandsomemanleanedidlyfromthelattice.Helookedeastandthenwest,inthemannerofonewhomakesafirstmorningsurvey.ThemanwasSergeantTroy.Hisredjacketwaslooselythrownon,butnotbuttoned,andhehadaltogethertherelaxedbearingofasoldiertakinghisease.

           Cogganspokefirst,lookingquietlyatthewindow.

           "Shehasmarriedhim!"hesaid.

           Gabrielhadpreviouslybeheldthesight,andhenowstoodwithhisbackturned,makingnoreply.

           "Ifanciedweshouldknowsomethingto-day,"continuedCoggan."Iheardwheelspassmydoorjustafterdarkyouwereoutsomewhere."HeglancedrounduponGabriel.

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