Chapter 1. Haste to the Wedding. Wooed and Married and Aw. Edith said Margaret gently. Edith. But, as Margaret half suspected, Edith had fallen asleep. She lay curled up on the sofa, in the back drawing-room, in Harley Street, looking very lovely in her white muslin and blue ribbons. If Titania had ever been dressed in white muslin and blue ribbons, and had fallen asleep on a crimson damask sofa, in a back drawing-room, Edith might have been taken for her. Margaret was struck afresh by her cousin's beauty. They had grown up together from childhood, and all along Edith had been remarked upon by everyone—except Margaret—for her prettiness. But Margaret had never thought about it until the last few days, when the prospect of soon losing her companion seemed to give force to every sweet quality and charm which Edith possessed. They had been talking about wedding dresses, and wedding ceremonies, and Captain Lennox, and what he had told Edith about her future life at Corfu, where his regiment was stationed, and the difficulty of keeping a piano in good tune. A difficulty which Edith seemed to consider as one of the most formidable that could befall her in her married life, and what gowns she should want in the vistas of Scotland which would immediately succeed her marriage. But the whispered tone had laterally become more drowsy, and Margaret, after a pause of a few minutes, found, as she fancied, that in spite of the buzz in the next room Edith had rolled herself up into a soft ball of muslin and ribbon and silken curls, and gone off into a peaceful little after-dinner nap. Margaret had been on the point of telling her cousin of some of the plans and visions which she entertained as to her future life in the country parsonage, where her father and mother lived, and where her bright holidays had always been passed, though for the last ten years her aunt Shaw's house had been considered as her home. But in default of a listener, she had to brood over the change in her life silently, as her to four. It was a happy brooding, although tinged with regret at being separated for an indefinite time from her gentle aunt and dear cousin. As she thought of the delight of filling the important post of only daughter in a hellstone parsonage, pieces of the conversation out of the next room came upon her ears. Her aunt Shaw was talking to the five or six ladies who had been dining there, and whose husbands were still in the dining-room. They were the familiar acquaintances of the house, neighbors whom Mrs. Shaw called friends, because she happened to dine with them more frequently than with any other people, and because if she or Edith wanted anything from them, or they from her, they did not scruple to make a call at each other's houses before luncheon. These ladies and their husbands were invited, in their capacity of friends, to eat a farewell dinner in honour of Edith's approaching marriage. Edith had rather objected to this arrangement, for Captain Lennox was expected to arrive by a late train this very evening. But, although she was a spoiled child, she was too careless and idle to have a very strong will of her own, and gave way when she found that her mother had absolutely ordered those extra delicacies of the season, which are always supposed to be efficacious against immoderate grief at farewell dinners. She contented herself by leaning back in her chair, merely playing with the food on her plate, and looking grave and absent, while all around her were enjoying the moths of Mr. Gray, the gentleman who always took the bottom of the table at Mrs. Shaw's dinner parties, and asked Edith to give them some music in the drawing-room. Mr. Gray was particularly agreeable over this farewell dinner, and the gentleman stayed downstairs longer than usual. It was very well they did, to judge from the fragments of conversation which Margaret overheard. I suffered too much myself, not that I was not extremely happy with the poor dear general, but still disparity of age is a drawback, one that I was resolved that Edith should not have to encounter. Of course, without any maternal partiality, I foresaw that the dear child was likely to marry early. Indeed, I had often said that I was sure she would be married before she was nineteen. I had quite a prophetic feeling when Captain Lennox— and here the voice dropped into a whisper, but Margaret could easily supply the blank. The course of true love in Edith's case had run remarkably smooth. Mrs. Shaw had given way to the presentiment, as she expressed it, and had rather urged on the marriage, although it was below the expectations which many of Edith's acquaintances had formed for her, a young and pretty heiress. But Mrs. Shaw said that her only child should marry for love—and sighed emphatically, as if love had not been her motive for marrying the general. Mrs. Shaw enjoyed the romance of the present engagement rather more than her daughter. Not but that Edith was very thoroughly and properly in love. Still, she would certainly have preferred a good house in Belgravia to all the picturesqueness of the life which Captain Lennox described at Corfu. The very parts which made Margaret glow as she listened, Edith pretended to shiver and shudder at. Partly for the pleasure she had in being coaxed out of her dislike by her fond lover, and partly because anything of a gypsy or makeshift life was really distasteful to her. Yet had anyone come with a fine house, and a fine estate, and a fine title to boot, Edith would still have clung to Captain Lennox, while the temptation lasted. When it was over, it is possible she might have had little qualms of ill-concealed regret that Captain Lennox could not have united in his person everything that was desirable. In this she was but her mother's child, who, after deliberately marrying General Shaw with no warmer feeling than respect for his character and establishment, was constantly, though quietly, bemoaning her hard lot in being united to one whom she could not love. I have spared no expense in her trousseau, were the next words Margaret heard. She has all the beautiful Indian shawls and scarfs the General gave to me, but which I shall never wear again. She is a lucky girl, replied another voice, which Margaret knew to be that of Mrs. Gibson, a lady who was taking a double interest in the conversation, from the fact of one of her daughters having been married within the last few weeks. Helen had set her heart upon an Indian shawl, but really when I found what an extravagant price was asked, I was obliged to refuse her. She will be quite envious when she hears of Edith having Indian shawls. What kind are they? Deli, with the lovely little boarders? Margaret heard her aunt's voice again, but this time it was as if she had raised herself up from her half-recombened position, and were looking into the more dimly lighted back drawing-room. Edith, Edith, cried she, and then she sank, as if wearied by the exertion. Margaret stepped forward. Edith is asleep and shaw, is it anything I can do? All the ladies said, poor child, on receiving this distressing intelligence about Edith, and the minute lapdog in Mrs. Shaw's arms began to bark, as if excited by the burst of pity.  It was only to ask Edith if she would tell Newton to bring down her shawls. Perhaps you would go, Margaret, dear. Margaret went up into the old nursery at the very top of the house, where Newton was busy getting up some laces which were required for the wedding. While Newton went, not without a muttered grumbling, to undo the shawls, which had already been exhibited four or five times that day, Margaret looked round upon the nursery, the first room in that house with which she had become familiar nine years ago when she was brought, all untamed from the forest, to share the home, the play, and the lessons of her cousin Edith. She remembered the dark, dim look of the London nursery presided over by an austere and ceremonious nurse who was terribly particular about clean hands and torn frocks. She recollected the first tea up there, separate from her father and aunt who were dining somewhere down below an infinite depth of stairs. For unless she were up in the sky, the child thought, they must be deep down in the bowels of the earth. At home, before she came to live in Harley Street, her mother's dressing room had been her nursery, and as they kept early hours in the country parsonage, Margaret had always had her meals with her father and mother. Oh, well did the tall, stately girl of eighteen remember the tears shed with such wild passion of grief by the little girl of nine, as she hid her face under the bed-clothes in that first night, and how she was bidden not to cry by the nurse because it would disturb Miss Edith, and how she had cried as bitterly, but more quietly, till her newly seen, grand, pretty aunt had come softly upstairs with Mr. Hale to show him his little sleeping daughter. Then the little Margaret had hushed her sobs and tried to lie quiet as if asleep, for fear of making her father unhappy by her grief, which she dared not express before her aunt, and which she rather thought it was wrong to feel at all, after the long hoping and planning and contriving they had gone through at home, before her wardrobe could be arranged so as to suit her grander circumstances, and before Papa could leave his parish to come up to London even for a few days. Now she had got to love the old nursery, though it was but a dismantled place, and she looked all round with a kind of cat-like regret at the idea of leaving it for ever in three days. Ah, Newton, said she, I think we shall all be sorry to leave this dear old room. Indeed, Miss, I shan't for one, my eyes are not so good as they were, and the light here is so bad that I can't see to mend laces, except just at the window, where there's always a shocking draft, enough to give one one's death of cold. Well, I daresay you will have both good light and plenty of warmth at Naples. You must keep as much of your darning as you can till then. Thank you, Newton. I can take them down. You're busy. So Margaret went down, laden with shawls, and snuffing up their spicy eastern smell. Her aunt asked her to stand as a sort of lay figure on which to display them, as Edith was still asleep. No one thought about it, but Margaret's tall, finely made figure, in the black silk dress which she was wearing as mourning for some distant relative of her father's, set off the long, beautiful folds of the gorgeous shawls that would have half smothered Edith. Margaret stood right under the chandelier, quite silent and passive, while her aunt adjusted the draperies. Occasionally, as she was turned round, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror over the chimney-piece, and smiled at her own appearance there, the familiar features in the usual garb of a princess. She touched the shawls gently as they hung around her, and took a pleasure in their soft feel and their brilliant colours, and rather liked to be dressed in such splendour, enjoying it much as a child would do, with a quiet, pleased smile on her lips. Just then the door opened, and Mr. Henry Lennox was suddenly announced. Some of the ladies started back as if half ashamed of their feminine interest in dress. Mrs. Shaw held out her hand to the newcomer. Margaret stood perfectly still, thinking she might be yet wanted as a sort of block for the shawls, but looking at Mr. Lennox with a bright, amused face, as if sure of his sympathy in her sense of the ludicrousness at being thus surprised. Her aunt was so much absorbed in asking Mr. Henry Lennox, who had not been able to come to dinner all sorts of questions about his brother the bridegroom, his sister the bridesmaid, coming with the captain from Scotland for the occasion, and various other members of the Lennox family that Margaret saw she was no more wanted as shawl-bearer, and devoted herself to the amusement of the other visitors whom her aunt had for the moment forgotten. Almost immediately Edith came in from the back drawing-room, winking and blinking her eyes at the stronger light, shaking back her slightly ruffled curls, and altogether looking like the sleeping beauty just startled from her dreams. Even in her slumber she had instinctively felt that a Lennox was worth rousing herself for, and she had a multitude of questions to ask about dear Janet, her future unseen sister-in-law, for whom she professed so much affection, that if Margaret had not been very proud she might have almost felt jealous of the mushroom rival. As Margaret sank rather more into the background on her aunt's joining the conversation, she saw Henry Lennox directing his look towards a vacant seat near her, and she knew perfectly well that as soon as Edith released him from her questioning he would take possession of that chair. She had not been quite sure from her aunt's rather confused account of his engagements whether he would come that night. It was almost a surprise to see him, and now she was sure of a pleasant evening. He liked and disliked pretty nearly the same things that she did. Margaret's face was lightened up into an honest, open brightness. By and by he came. She received him with a smile which had not a tinge of shyness or self-consciousness in it. Well, I suppose you are all in the depths of business. Lady's business, I mean. Very different to my business, which is the real true law business. Playing with shawls is very different work to drawing up settlements. Ah, I knew how you would be amused to find us all so occupied in admiring finery, but really Indian shawls are very perfect things of their kind. I have no doubt they are. Their prices are very perfect too. Nothing wanting. The gentleman came dropping in one by one, and the buzz and noise deepened in tone. This is your last dinner party, is it not? There are no more before Thursday. No, I think after this evening we shall feel at rest, which I am sure I have not done for many weeks. At least that kind of rest when the hands have nothing more to do, and all the arrangements are complete for an event which must occupy one's head and heart. I shall be glad to have time to think, and I am sure Edith will. I am not so sure about her, but I can fancy that you will. Whenever I have seen you lately you have been carried away by a whirlwind of some other person's making. Yes, said Margaret, rather sadly, remembering the never-ending commotion about trifles that had been going on for more than a month past. I wonder if a marriage must always be preceded by what you call a whirlwind, or whether in some cases there might not rather be a calm and peaceful time just before it. Cinderella's godmother ordering the true so, the wedding breakfast, the notes of invitation, for instance, said Mr. Lennox, laughing. But are all these quite necessary troubles, asked Margaret, looking up straight at him for an answer? A sense of indescribable weariness of all the arrangements for a pretty effect, in which Edith had been busied as supreme authority for the last six weeks, oppressed her just now, and she really wanted someone to help her to a few pleasant, quiet ideas connected with a marriage. Oh, of course, he replied with a change to gravity in his tone. There are forms and ceremonies to be gone through, not so much to satisfy oneself as to stop the world's mouth. Without which stoppage there would be very little satisfaction in life. But how would you have a wedding arranged? Oh, I have never thought much about it. Only I should like it to be a very fine summer morning, and I should like to walk to church through the shade of trees, and not to have so many bridesmaids, and to have no wedding breakfast. I daresay I am resolving against the very things that have given me the most trouble just now. No, I don't think you are. The idea of stately simplicity accords well with your character. Margaret did not quite like this speech. She winced away from it more, from remembering former occasions on which he had tried to lead her into a discussion, in which he took the complementary part, about her own character and ways of going on. She cut his speech rather short by saying, It is natural for me to think of Hellstone Church and the walk to it, rather than driving up to a London church in the middle of a paved street. Tell me about Hellstone. You have never described it to me.  Is Hellstone a village or a town in the first place? Oh, only a hamlet. I don't think I could call it a village at all. There is the church, and if you houses near it on the green, cottages, rather, with roses growing all over them. And flowering all the year round, especially at Christmas, make your picture complete, said he. No, replied Margaret, somewhat annoyed. I am not making a picture. I am trying to describe Hellstone as it really is. You should not have said that. I am penitent, he answered. Only it really sounded like a village in a tale, rather than in real life. And so it is, replied Margaret eagerly. All the other places in England that I have seen seem so hard and prosaic looking after the New Forest. Hellstone is like a village in a poem, in one of Tennyson's poems. But I won't try and describe it any more. You would only laugh at me if I told you what I think of it, what it really is. Indeed I would not, but I see you are going to be very resolved. Well then, tell me that which I should like still better to know what the parsonage is like. Oh, I can't describe my home. It is home. And I can't put its charm into words. I submit, you are rather severe tonight, Margaret.  Why, because I made an unlucky remark, you will neither tell me what Hellstone is like, nor will you say anything about your home, though I have told you how much I want to hear about both, the latter especially. But indeed I cannot tell you about my own home. I don't quite think it is a thing to be talked about, unless you knew it. Well then, pausing for a moment, tell me what you do there. Here you read, or have lessons, or otherwise improve your mind till the middle of the day. Take a walk before lunch, go a drive with your aunt after, and have some kind of engagement in the evening. There, now, fill up your day at Hellstone, shall you ride, drive, or walk. Walk decidedly, we have no horse, not even for papa. He walks to the very extremity of his parish. The walks are so beautiful, it would be a shame to drive, almost a shame to ride. Shall you garden much, that I believe is a proper employment for young ladies in the country. I don't know, I am afraid I shan't like such hard work. Archery parties, picnics, race balls, hunt balls. Oh no, said she, laughing. Papa's living is very small, and even if we were near such things, I doubt if I should go to them. I see, you won't tell me anything. You will only tell me that you are not going to do this and that. Before the vacation ends, I think I shall pay you a call, and see what you really do to employ yourself in. I hope you will, then you will see for yourself how beautiful Hellstone is. Now I must go, Edith is sitting down to play, and I just know enough of music to turn over the leaves for her, and besides, Aunt Shaw won't like us to talk. Edith played brilliantly. In the middle of the piece, the door half opened, and Edith saw Captain Lennox hesitating whether to come in. She threw down her music and rushed out of the room, leaving Margaret standing confused and blushing to explain to the astonished guests what vision had shown itself to cause Edith's sudden flight. Captain Lennox had come earlier than was expected, or was it really so late? They looked at their watches, were duly shocked, and took their leave. Then Edith came back, glowing with pleasure, half shyly, half proudly leading in her tall, handsome Captain. His brother shook hands with him, and Mrs. Shaw welcomed him in her gentle, kindly way, which had always something plaintive in it, arising from the long habit of considering herself a victim to an uncongenial marriage. Now that, the general being gone, she had every good of life, with as few drawbacks as possible, she had been rather perplexed to find an anxiety if not a sorrow. She had, however, of late settled upon her own health as a source of apprehension, and she had a nervous little cough whenever she thought about it, and some complacent doctor ordered her just what she desired, a winter in Italy. Mrs. Shaw had as strong wishes as most people, but she never liked to do anything from the open and acknowledged motive of her own goodwill and pleasure. She preferred being compelled to gratify herself in some other person's command or desire. She really did persuade herself that she was submitting to some hard external necessity, and thus she was able to moan and complain in her soft manner all the time she was in reality doing just what she liked. It was in this way she began to speak of her own journey to Captain Lennox, who assented, as in duty-bound, to all his future mother-in-law said, while his eyes sought Edith, who was busying herself in rearranging the tea-table and ordering up all sorts of good things, in spite of his assurances that he had dined within the last two hours. Mr. Henry Lennox stood leaning against the chimney-piece, amused with the family scene. He was close by his handsome brother. He was the plain one in a singularly good-looking family, but his face was intelligent, keen, and mobile, and now and then Margaret wondered what it was that he could be thinking about while he kept silence, but was evidently observing with an interest that was slightly sarcastic all that Edith and she were doing. The sarcastic feeling was called out by Mrs. Shaw's conversation with his brother. It was separate from the interest which was excited by what he saw. He thought it a pretty sight to see the two cousins so busy in their little arrangements about the table. Edith chose to do most herself. She was in a humour to enjoy showing her lover how well she could behave as a soldier's wife. She found out that the water in the urn was cold and ordered up the great kitchen tea kettle. The only consequence of which was that when she met it at the door and tried to carry it in it was too heavy for her, and she came in pouting with a black mark on her muslin gown and a little round white hand indented by the handle which she took to show to Captain Lennox just like a hurt child. And, of course, the remedy was the same in both cases. Margaret's quickly adjusted spirit lamp was the most efficacious contrivance, though not so like the gypsy encampment which Edith, in some of her moods, chose to consider the nearest resemblance to a barrack life. After this evening all was bustle till the wedding was over. End of Chapter 1 Read by Kara Schellenberg www.kray.org on May 3rd, 2007 in Oceanside, California. Chapter 2 of North and South This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Leanne Howlett North and South by Elizabeth Clegghorn Gaskell Chapter 2 Roses and Thorns By the soft green light in the woody glade on the banks of moss where thy childhood played by the household trees through which thine eye first looked in love to the summer sky Mrs. Heymans Margaret was once more in her morning dress, traveling quietly home with her father who had come up to assist at the wedding. Her mother had been detained at home by a multitude of half-reasons, none of which anybody fully understood except Mr. Hale, who was perfectly aware that all his arguments in favor of a gray satin gown, which was midway between oldness and newness, had proved unavailing, and that, as he had not the money to equip his wife with fresh from top to toe, she would not show herself at her only sister's only child's wedding. If Mrs. Shaw had guessed at the real reason why Mrs. Hale did not accompany her husband, she would have showered down gowns upon her, but it was nearly twenty years since Mrs. Shaw had been the poor, pretty Miss Bearsford, and she'd really forgotten all grievances except that of the unhappiness arising from disparity of age and married life, on which she could descant by the half-hour. Dearest Maria had married the man of her heart, only eight years older than herself, with the sweetest temper and that blue-black hair one so seldom sees. Mr. Hale was one of the most delightful preachers she had ever heard and a perfect model of a parish priest. Perhaps it was not quite a logical deduction from all these premises, but it was still Mrs. Shaw's characteristic conclusion as she thought over her sister's lot. Married for love, what can dearest Maria have to wish for in this world? Mrs. Hale, if she spoke truth, might have answered with a ready-made list. A silver-gray, glazed silk, a white-chip bonnet, oh, dozens of things for the wedding and hundreds of things for the house. Margaret only knew that her mother had not found it convenient to come, and she was not sorry to think that their meeting and greeting would take place at Hellston Parsonage rather than during the confusion of the last two or three days in the house in Harley Street, where she herself had had to play the part of Figaro and was wanted everywhere at one at the same time. Her mind and body ached now as a recollection of all she had done and said within the last 48 hours. The farewell so hurriedly taken amongst all the other goodbyes of those she had lived with so long oppressed her now with a sad regret for the times that were no more. It did not signify what those times had been. They were gone never to return. Margaret's heart felt more heavy than she could ever have thought it possible in going to her own dear home. The place in the life she had longed for for years, at that time of all times for yearning and longing, just before the sharp senses lose their outlines in sleep. She took her mind away with a wrench from the recollection of the past to the bright serene contemplation of the hopeful future. Her eyes began to see, not visions of what had been, but the sight actually before her. Her dear father leaning back asleep in the railway carriage. His blue-black hair was gray now and lay thinly over his brows. Too plainly for beauty, if his features had been less finely cut. As it was, they had a grace if not a comeliness of their own. The face was in repose, but it was rather rest after weariness than the serene calm of the countenance of one who led a placid contented life. Margaret was painfully struck by the worn, anxious expression and she went back over the open and avowed circumstances of her father's life to find the cause for the lines that spoke so plainly of habitual distress Poor Frederick thought she sighing. Oh, if Frederick had but been a clergyman instead of going into the Navy and being lost to us all. I wish I knew all about it. I never understood it from Aunt Shaw. I only knew he could not come back to England because of that terrible affair. Poor dear papa, how sad he looks. I am so glad I am going home to be at hand to comfort him and Mama. She was ready with a bright smile in which there was not a trace of fatigue to greet her father when he awakened. He smiled back again, but faintly as if it were an unusual exertion. His face returned into its lines of habitual anxiety. He had a trick of half-opening his mouth as if to speak which constantly unsettled the form of the lips and gave the face an undecided expression. But he had the same large, soft eyes as his daughter eyes which moved slowly and almost grandly round in their orbits and were well veiled by their transparent white eyelids. Margaret was more like him than like her mother. Sometimes people wonder that parents so handsome should have a daughter who was so far from regularly beautiful. Not beautiful at all was occasionally said. Her mouth was wide, no rosebud that could only open just enough to loud out a yes and no and aunt please you, sir. But the wide mouth was one soft curve of rich red lips and the skin, if not white and fair, and ivory smoothness and delicacy. If the look on her face was, in general, too dignified and reserved for one so young, now talking to her father, it was bright as the morning, full of dimples and glances that spoke of childish gladness and boundless hope in the future. It was the latter part of July when Margaret returned home. The forest trees were all one dark, full, dusky green. The fern below them caught all the slanting tree and broodingly still. Margaret used to tramp along by her father's side, crushing down the fern with a cruel glee as she felt it yield under her light foot and send up the fragrance peculiar to it. Out on the broad commons into the warm scented light, seeing multitudes of wild, free, living creatures reveling in the sunshine in the herbs and flowers it called forth. This life, at least these walks, realized all Margaret's anticipations. She took a pride in her forest. Its people were her people. She made hearty friends with them, learned and delighted in using their peculiar words, took up her freedom amongst them, nursed their babies, talked her red with slow distinctness to their old people, carried dainty messes to their sick, resolved before long to teach at the school where her father went every day as to an appointed task. But she was continually tempted off to go and see some individual friend, man, woman, or child in some cottage in the green shade of the forest. Her out-of-doors life was perfect. Her indoors life had its drawbacks. With the healthy shame of a child, she blamed herself for her keenness of sight and perceiving that all was not as it should be there. Her mother, her mother always so kind and tender towards her, seemed now and then so much discontented with their situation, thought that the bishop strangely neglected his episcopal duties and not giving Mr. Hale a better living and almost reproached her husband because he could not bring himself to say that he wished to leave the parish and undertake the charge of a larger. He would sigh aloud as he answered that if he could do what he ought in little Hellston, he should be thankful. But every day he was more overpowered, the world became more bewildering. At each repeated urgency of his wife, that he would put himself in the way of seeking some preferment, Margaret saw that her father shrank more and more, and she strove at such times to reconcile her mother to Hellston. Mrs. Hale said that the near-neighborhood of so many trees affected her health, and Margaret would try to tempt her forth onto the beautiful broad, upland, sun-streaked, cloud-shadowed common, for she was sure that her mother had accustomed herself too much to an indoor's life, seldom extending her walks beyond the church, the school, and the neighboring cottages. This did good for a time, but when the autumn drew on and the weather became more changeable, her mother's idea of the unhealthiness of the place increased, and she repined even more frequently that her husband, who was more learned than Mr. Hume, a better parish priest than Mr. Holdsworth, should not have met with the preformant that these two former neighbors of theirs had done. This mooring of the peace of home by long hours of discontent was what Margaret was unprepared for. She knew and had rather reveled in the idea that she should have to give up many luxuries, but only been troubles and trammels to her freedom in Harley Street. Her keen enjoyment and a very sensuous pleasure was balanced finally, if not overbalanced, by her conscious pride in being able to do without them all, if need were. But the cloud never comes in that quarter of the rise and for which we watch for it. There had been slight complaints and passing regrets on her mother's part over some trifle connected with Halston and her father's position there, when Margaret had been spending days at home before. But in the general happiness of the recollection of those times, she had forgotten the small details which were not so pleasant. In the latter half of September the autumnal rains and storms came on and Margaret was obliged to remain more in the house than she had hitherto done. Halston was at some distance from any neighbors of their own standard of cultivation. It is undoubtedly one of the most out of the way places in England, said Mrs. Hale on one of her plaintive statements. I can't help regretting constantly that Papa has really no one to associate with here. He is still thrown away seeing no one but farmers and laborers from weeks end to weeks end. If we only lived at the other side of the parish, it would be something. There we should be almost within walking distance of the Stansfields. Certainly the Gormons would be within a walk. Gormons, said Margaret, are those the Gormons who made their fortunes and trade at Southampton? You must not be so fastidious, Margaret dear, said her mother, secretly thinking of a young and handsome Mr. Gorman whom she had once met at Mr. Humes. No, I call mine a very comprehensive taste. I like all people whose occupations have to do with land. I like soldiers and sailors and the three learned professions as they call them. I'm sure you don't want me to admire butchers and bakers and candlestick makers, do you, Mama? I'm sure you don't want me to admire bakers and candlestick makers, do you, Mama? But the Gormons were neither butchers nor bakers but very respectable coach builders. Very well, coach building is a trade all the same and I think a much more useless one than that of butchers or bakers. Oh, how tired I used to be of the drives every day in Aunt Shaw's carriage and how I longed to walk. And walk Margaret did in spite of the weather. She was so happy out of doors at her father's side of the west wind behind her as she crossed some heath, she seemed to be born onwards as lightly and easily as the fallen leaf that was wafted along by the autumnal breeze. But the evenings were rather difficult to fill up agreeably. Immediately after tea, her father withdrew into a small library and she and her mother were left alone. Mrs. Hale had never cared much for books and had discouraged her husband very early in their married life in his desire of reading aloud to her while she worked. One time they tried backgammon as a resource but as Mr. Hale grew to take an increasing interest in his school and his parishioners he found that the interruptions which arose out of these duties were regarded as hardships by his wife not to be accepted as the natural conditions of his profession but to be regretted and struggled against by her as they severally arose. So he withdrew while the children were yet young into his library to spend his evenings if he were at home in reading the speculative books which were his delight. When Margaret had been here before she had brought down with her a great box of books recommended by masters or governess and had found the summer's day all too short to get through the reading she had to do before her return to town. Now there were only the well bound little red English classics which were reeded out of her father's library to fill up the small bookshelves in the drawing room. Thompson's Seasons, Haley's Calper, was the lightest, newest and most amusing. The bookshelves did not afford much resource. Margaret told her mother every particular of her London life to all of which Mrs. Hale listened with interest, sometimes amused and questioning at others a little inclined to compare her sister's circumstances of ease and comfort with the narrower means at Halston Vicarage. On such evenings Margaret was apt to stop talking rather abruptly and listen to the drip drip of the rain upon the leads of the little bow window. Once or twice Margaret found herself mechanically counting the repetition of the monotonous sound while she wondered if she might venture to put a question on a subject very near to her heart and ask where Frederick was now. What he was doing, how long it was since they had heard from him. But a consciousness that her mother's delicate health and positive dislike to Halston all dated from the time of the mutiny in which Frederick had been engaged the full account of which Margaret had never heard and which now seemed doomed to be buried in Sad Oblivion in her paws and turned away from the subject each time she approached it. When she was with her mother, her father seemed the best person to apply to for information and when with him she thought that she could speak more easily to her mother. Probably there was nothing much to be heard that was new and one of the letters she had received before leaving Harley Street, her father had told her that they had heard from Frederick. He was still at Rio and very well in health and sent his best love to her which was dry bones but not the living intelligence she longed for. Frederick was always spoken of in the rare times when his name was mentioned as poor Frederick. His room was kept exactly as he had left it and was regularly dusted and put into order by Dixon. Mrs. Hales made who touched no other part of the household work but always remembered the day when she had been engaged by Lady Beresford as ladies made to Sir John's wards, the pretty Miss Beresford's, the bells of Rutlenshire. Dixon had always considered Mr. Hale as the blight which had fallen upon her young lady's prospects in life. If Miss Beresford had not been in such a hurry to marry a poor country clergyman there was no knowing what she might not have become. But Dixon was too loyal to desert her in her affliction and downfall alias her married life. She remained with her and was devoted to her interests, always considering herself as the good and protecting fairy whose duty it was to baffle in the malignant giant Mr. Hale. Mr. Frederick had been her favorite and pride and it was with a little softening of her dignified look and manner that she went in weekly to arrange the chamber as carefully as if he might be coming home that very evening. Margaret could not help believing that there had been some late intelligence of Frederick unknown to her mother which was making her father anxious and uneasy. Mrs. Hale did not seem to perceive any alteration in her husband's looks or ways. His spirits were always affected by any small piece of intelligence concerning the welfare of others. He would be depressed for many days after witnessing a deathbed or hearing of any crime. But now Margaret noticed an absence of mind as if his thoughts were preoccupied by some subject, the oppression of which could not be relieved by any daily action such as comforting the survivors or teaching at the school in hope of lessening the evils in the generation to come. Mr. Hale did not go out among his parishioners as much as usual. His study was anxious for the village postman whose summons to the household was a wrap on the back kitchen window shutter, a signal which at one time had often to be repeated before anyone was sufficiently alive to the hour of the day to understand what it was and attend to him. Now Mr. Hale loitered about the garden if the morning was fined and if not stood dreamily by the study window until the postman had called or gone down the lane giving a half-respectful, half-confidential shake of the head to the parson day beyond the sweet briar hedge and past the great Arbutus before he turned into the room to begin his day's work with all the signs of a heavy heart and an occupied mind. But Margaret was at an age when any apprehension, not absolutely based on a knowledge of facts, is easily banished for a time by a bright sunny day or some happy outward circumstance. And when the brilliant 14 fine days of October came on her cares were all blown away as lightly as thistle down and she thought it was time to begin but the glories of the forest. The fern harvest was over and now that the rain was gone many a deep glade was accessible into which Margaret had only peeped in July and August weather. She had learnt drawing with Edith and she had sufficiently regretted during the gloom of the bad weather her idle reveling in the beauty of the woodlands while had it yet been fine to make her determined to sketch what she could before winter fairly set in. Accordingly William Doorn announced Mr. Henry Lennox. End of Chapter 2 Recording by Leanne Howlett Chapter 3 North and South This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org This reading by Lucy Burgoyne. North and South by Elizabeth Clegghorn Gaskell Chapter 3 The more haste the worse speed Learn to win a lady's faith nobly as the thing is high bravely as for life and death with a loyal gravity. Lead her from the festive boards pointed to the starry skies guard her by your truthful words pure from courtship's flatteries Mrs. Browning Mr. Henry Lennox Margaret had been thinking of him only a moment before and remembering his inquiry into her probable occupations at home it was Paula de Soleil Alon invoite Les Réons and the brightness of the sun came over Margaret's face as she put down her board and went forward to shake hands with him Tell Mama Sarah said she Mama and I want to ask you so many questions about Edith I am so much obliged to you for coming did not I say that I should asked he in a lower tone than that in which she had spoken that I heard of you so far away in the highlands that I never thought Hampshire could come in oh said he more lightly our young couple were playing such foolish pranks running all sorts of risks climbing this mountain sailing on that lake that I really thought they needed a mentor to take care of them and indeed they did they were quite beyond my uncle's management gentlemen in a panic for 16 hours out of the 24 indeed when I once saw how unfit they were to be trusted alone I thought at my duty not to leave them till I had seen them safely embarked at Plymouth have you been at Plymouth oh Edith never named that to be sure she has written in such a hurry lately did they really sail on Tuesday really sailed and relieved me from many responsibilities Edith gave me all sorts of messages for you I believe I have a little diminutive note somewhere yes here it is oh thank you exclaimed Margaret and then half wishing to read it alone and unwatched she made the excuse of going to tell her mother again Sarah surely had made some mistake that Mr Lennox was there when she had left the room he begun any scrutinising way to look about him the little drawing room was looking its best in the streaming light of the morning sun the middle window in the bow was open and clustering roses and the scarlet honeysuckle came peeping round the corner the small lawn was gorgeous with verbenas and uraniums of all bright colours but the very brightness outside made the colours within seem poor and faded the carpet was far from new the chintz had been often washed the whole apartment was smaller and shabbier than he had expected as background and framework for Margaret herself so queenly he took up one of the books lying on the table it was the Paradiso of Dante in the proper old Italian binding of white film and gold by it lay a dictionary and some words copied out in Margaret's handwriting they were a dull list of words but somehow he liked looking at them he put them down with a sigh the living is evidently as small as she said it seems strange for the Berardsfords belong to a good family Margaret meanwhile had found her mother it was one of Mrs. Hale's fitful days when everything was a difficulty and a hardship and Mr. Lennox's appearance took this shape although secretly she felt complimented by his thinking it worthwhile to call it is most unfortunate we are dining early today and having nothing but cold meat in order that the servants may get on with their ironing and yet of course we must ask him to dinner eat his brother-in-law and all and your papa is in such low spirits this morning about something I don't know what I went into a study just now and he had his face on the table covering it with his hands I told him I was sure Hellstone Air did not agree with him anymore than with me and he suddenly lifted up his head and begged me not to speak a word more against Hellstone he could not bear it if there was one place he loved on earth it was Hellstone but I am sure for all that it is the damp and relaxing air Margaret felt as if a thin coal cloud had come between her and the sun she had listened patiently in hopes that it might be some relief to her mother to unburden herself but now it was time to draw her back to Mr. Lenox Papa likes Mr. Lenox they got on together famously at the wedding breakfast I dare say his coming will do Papa good and never mind the dinner dear mama cold meat will do capitally for lunch which is the light in which Mr. Lenox will most likely look upon a two o'clock dinner but what are we to do with him till then it is only half past ten now I'll ask him to go out sketching with me I know who draws and that will take him out of your way mama only do come in now he will think it is so strange if you don't Mrs. Hale took off her black silk apron and smoothed her face she looked a very pretty lady like woman as she greeted Mr. Lenox with the cordiality due to one who was almost a relation he evidently expected to be to spend the day and accepted the invitation with a glad readiness that made Mrs. Hale wish she could add something to the cold beef he was pleased with everything delighted with Margaret's idea of going out sketching together would not have Mr. Hale disturbed for the world with the prospect of so soon meeting him at dinner Margaret brought out her drawing materials for him to choose from and after the paper and brushes had been duly selected the two set out in the merrier spirits in the world now please just stop here for a minute or two said Margaret these are the cottages that haunted me so during the rainy fortnight reproaching me for not having sketched them before they tumbled down and were no more seeing truly if they are to be sketched and they are very picturesque we had better not put it off till next year but where shall we sit oh you might have come straight from chambers in the temple instead of having been two months in the highlands look at this beautiful trunk of a tree which the woodcutters have left just in the right place for the light I played over it and it will be a regular forest throne with your feet in that puddle for a regal footstool stay I will move and then you can come nearer this way who lives in these cottages they were built by squatters 50 or 60 years ago one is uninhabited the foresters are going to take it down as soon as the old man who lives in the other is dead poor old fellow look there he is I must go and speak to him he is so death you will hear all our secrets the old man stood bareheaded in the sun leaning on his stick at the front of his cottage his stiff features relaxed in a slow smile as Margaret went up and spoke to him Mr. Lennox hastily introduced the two figures into his sketch and finished up the landscape with a subordinate reference to them as Margaret perceived when the time came for getting up putting away water and scraps of paper and exhibiting to each other their sketches she laughed and blushed Mr. Lennox watched her countenance Now we call that treacherous said she I little thought you were making old Isaac and me into subjects when you told me to ask him the history of these cottages it was irresistible you can't know how strong a temptation it was I hardly dare tell you how much I shall like this sketch he was not quite sure whether she heard this latter sentence to the brook to wash her pallet she came back rather flushed but looking perfectly innocent and unconscious he was glad of it for the speech had slipped from him unawares a rare thing in the case of a man who premeditated his actions so much as Henry Lennox the aspect of home was all right and bright when they reached it the clouds on her mother's brow had cleared off under the propituous influence of the brace of carp most opportunally presented by a neighbour Mr. Hale had returned from his mornings round and was awaiting his visitor just outside the wicked gate that led into the garden he looked a complete gentleman in his rather threadbare coat and well worn hat Margaret was proud of her father she had always a fresh and tender pride in seeing how favourably he impressed every stranger still her quick eyes thought over his face and found their traces of some unusual disturbance which was only put aside not cleared away Mr. Hale asked to look at their sketches I think you have made the tints on the thatch too dark have you not? as he returned Margaret's to her and held out his hand for Mr. Lennox's which was withheld from him one moment no more no Papa I don't think I have the house leak and stone crop have grown so much darker in the rain is it not like Papa peeping over his shoulder as he looked at the figures in Mr. Lennox's drawing yes very like your figure and way of holding yourself is capital and it is just poor old Isaac's stiff way of stooping his long rheumatic back what is this hanging from the branch of the tree not a bird's nest surely oh no that is my bonnet I never can draw with my bonnet on it makes my head so hot I wonder if I could manage figures there are so many people about here whom I should like to sketch I should say that a likeness you very much wish to take you would always succeed in said Mr. Lennox I have great faith in the power of will I think myself I have succeeded very well in yours Mr. Hale had proceeded them into the house while Margaret was lingering to pluck some roses with which to adorn her morning gown for dinner a regular London girl would understand the implied meaning of that speech thought Mr. Lennox she would be up to looking through every speech that a young man made her for that area to say of a compliment but I don't believe Margaret stay exclaimed he let me help you and he gathered for her some velvety crumbs or roses that were above her reach and then dividing the spoil he placed to in his buttonhole and sent her in pleased and happy to arrange her flowers the conversation at dinner with her there were plenty of questions to be asked on both sides the latest intelligence which each could give of Mrs. Shaw's movements in Italy to be exchanged and in the interest of what was said the unpretending simplicity of the personage ways above all in the neighbourhood of Margaret Mr. Lennox forgot the little feeling of disappointment with which she had at first perceived that she had spoken but the simple truth when she had described her father's living as very small Margaret my child you might have gathered up some pairs for our dessert said Mr. Hale as the hospitable luxury of the freshly decanted bottle of wine was placed on the table it seemed as if desserts were impromptu and unusual things at the personage whereas if Mr. Hale would only have looked behind him he would have seen biscuits and marmalade and what not all arranged in formal order on the sideboard but the idea of pairs had taken possession of Mr. Hale's mind and was not to be got rid of a few brown burrs against the south wall which are worth all foreign fruits and preserves run Margaret and gather a sum I propose that we adjourn into the garden and eat them there said Mr. Lennox nothing is so delicious as to set one's teeth into the crisp juicy fruit warm and centred by the sun the guests are impudent enough to dispute it with one even at the very crisis and summit of enjoyment he rose as if to follow Margaret who had disappeared through the window he only waited Mrs. Hale's permission she would rather have wound up the dinner in the proper way and with all the ceremonies which had gone on so smoothly hitherto and Dixon had got out the finger glasses from the storeroom on purpose to be as correct as became General Shaw's widow sister but as Mr. Hale got up directly and prepared to accompany his guest she could only submit I shall arm myself with a knife said Mr. Hale the days of eating fruit so primitively as you described are over with me I must pair it and quarter it before I can enjoy it Margaret made a plate for the pears out of a beetroot relief which threw up their brown gold color admirably Mr. Lennox looked more at her than at the pears but her father inclined to cull for stidiously the very zest and perfection of the hour he had stolen from his anxiety chose daintily the ripest fruit and sat down on the garden bench to enjoy it at his leisure Margaret and Mr. Lennox strolled along the little terrace fork under the south wall where the bees still hummed and worked busily in their hives what a perfect life you seem to live here I have always felt rather contemptuously towards the poets before with their wishes find me a cot beside a hill and that sort of thing but now I am afraid that the truth is I have been nothing better than a cockney just now I feel as if 20 years hard study of law would be aptly rewarded by one year of such an exquisite serene life as this such skies looking up such crimson and amber foliage emotionless as that pointing to some of the great forest trees which shuck in the garden as if it were a nest you must please to remember that our skies are not always as deep blue as they are now we have rain and our leaves do fall and get sodden though I think healthstone is about as perfect a place as any in the world you collect how you rather scorned my description of it one evening in Harley street a village in a tale scorned Margaret that is rather a hard word perhaps it is only I know I should have liked to have talked to you of what I was very full at the time and you what must I call it then spoke disrespectfully of healthstone as a mere village in a tale I will never do so again said he warmly they turned the corner of the walk I could almost wish Margaret he stopped and hesitated it was so unusual for the fluent lawyer to hesitate that Margaret looked up at him in a little state of questioning wonder but in an instant from what about him she could not tell she wished herself back with her mother, her father anywhere away from him for she was sure he was going to say something to which she should not know what to reply in another moment the strong pride that was in her came to conquer her sudden agitation which she hoped he had not perceived of course she could answer and answer the right thing and it was poor and despicable of her to shrink from hearing any speech as if she had not power to put an end to it with a high maidenly dignity Margaret said he taking her by surprise and getting sudden possession of her hand so that she was forced to stand still and listen despising herself for the suffering at her heart all the time Margaret, I wish you did not like Hellstone so much did not seem so perfectly calm and happy here I had been hoping for these three months past to find you regretting London and London friends a little enough to make you listen more kindly for she was quietly but firmly striving to get from his grasp to one who has not much to offer it is true nothing but prospects in the future but who does love you Margaret almost in spite of himself Margaret, I have startled you too much speak that he saw her lips quivering almost as if she were going to cry she made a strong effort to be calm she would not speak until she had succeeded in mastering her voice and then she said I was startled I did not know that you cared for me in that way I have always thought of you as a friend and please I would rather go on thinking of you so I don't like to be spoken to as you have been doing I cannot answer you as you want me to do sorry if I vexed you Margaret said he looking into her eyes which met his with their open straight look expressive of the utmost good faith and reluctance to give pain do you he was going to say love anyone else but it seemed as if this question would be an insult to the pure serenity of those eyes forgive me I have been too abrupt I am punished only let me hope give me the poor comfort of telling me you have never seen anyone whom you could again a pause he could not end his sentence Margaret reproached herself acutely as the cause of his distress ah if you had but never got this fancy it was such a pleasure to think of you as a friend but I may hope may I not Margaret that sometime you will think of me as a lover not yet I see there is no hurry but sometime she was silent for a minute or two trying to discover the truth as it was in her own heart before replying then she said I have never thought of you but as a friend I like to think of you so but I am sure I could never think of you as anything else pray let us both forget that all this disagreeable she was going to say but stop short conversation has taken place he paused before he replied then in his habitual coldness of tone he answered of course as your feelings are so decided and as this conversation has been so evidently unpleasant to you it had better not be remembered that is all very fine in theory that plan of forgetting whatever is painful but it will be somewhat difficult for me at least into execution you are vexed said she sadly yet how can I help it she looks so truly grieved as she said this that he struggled for a moment with his real disappointment and then answered more cheerfully but still with a little hardness in his tone you should make allowances for the mortification not only of a lover but of a man not given to romance in general prudent worldly as some people call me who has been carried out of his usual habits by the force of a passion well we will say no more of that but in the one outlet which he has formed for the deeper and better feelings of his nature he meets with rejection and repulse I shall have to console myself with scorning my own folly a struggling barrister to think of matrimony Margaret could not answer this the whole tone of it annoyed her it seemed to touch on and call out all the points of difference which had often repelled her in him well yet he was the pleasantest man the most sympathising friend the person of all others who understood her best in Harley street she felt a tinge of contempt mingle itself with her pain at having refused him her beautiful lip curled in a slight disdain it was well that having made the round of the garden they came suddenly upon Mr Hale whose whereabouts had been quite forgotten by them he had not yet finished the pair he delicately peeled in one long strip of silver paper thinness and which he was enjoying in a deliberate manner it was like the story of the eastern king who dipped his head into a basin of water at the magician's command and her he instantly took it out went through the experience of a lifetime I Margaret felt stunned and unable to recover her self possession enough to join in the trivial conversation that ensued between her father and Mr Lennox she was grave and little disposed to speak full of wonder when Mr Lennox would go and allow her to relax into thought on the events of the last quarter of an hour he was almost as anxious to take his departure as she was for him to leave but a few minutes light and careless talking carried on at whatever effort was the sacrifice which he owed to his mortified vanity or his self-respect he glanced from time to time at her sad and pensive face I'm not so indifferent to her as she believes thought he to himself I do not give up hope before a quarter of an hour was over he had fallen into a way of conversing with quiet sarcasm speaking of life in London and life in the country as if he were conscious of his second mock himself and afraid of his own satire Mr Hale was puzzled his visitor was a different man to what he had seen him before at the wedding breakfast and at dinner today a lighter, cleverer more worldly man and as such dishonoured to Mr Hale it was a relief to all three when Mr Lennox said that he must go directly if he meant to catch the five o'clock train they proceeded to the house to find Mrs Hale and wish her good-bye at the last moment Henry Lennox's real self-broke the crust Margaret don't despise me I have a heart notwithstanding all this good for nothing way of talking as a proof of it I believe I love you more than ever if I do not hate you for the disdain with which you have listened to me during this last half hour goodbye Margaret Margaret End of Chapter 3 Chapter 4 North and South This is a LibriVox recording All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain For more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org This reading by Lucy Burgoyne North and South by Elizabeth Clegg-Horn Gaskell Chapter 4 Doubts and Difficulties Cast me upon some naked shore where I may track only the print of some sad rack if thou be there though the seas roar I shall no gentler calm implore He was gone the house was shut up for the evening no more deep blue skies or crimson and amber tints Margaret went up to dress for the early tea finding Dixon in a pretty temper from the interruption which a visitor had naturally occasioned on a busy day she showed it by brushing away viciously at Margaret's hair under pretense of being in a great hurry to go to Mrs Hale yet after all Margaret had to wait a long time in the drawing room before her mother came down she sat by herself at the fire with unlighted candles on the table behind her thinking over the day the happy walk happy sketching cheerful pleasant dinner and the uncomfortable miserable walk in the garden how different men were to women here was she disturbed and unhappy because her instinct had made anything but a refusal impossible while he not many minutes after he had met with the rejection of what ought to have been the deepest holiest proposal of his life could speak as if briefs success and all its superficial consequences of a good house clever and agreeable society were the soul avowed objects of his desires oh dear how she could have loved him if he had been but different with a difference which she felt on reflection to be one that went low deep down then she took it into her head that after all his lightness might be but assumed to cover a bitterness of disappointment which would have been stamped on her own heart if she had loved and been rejected her mother came into the room before this world of thoughts was adjusted into anything like order Margaret had to shake off the recollections of what had been done and said through the day and turn a sympathising listener to the account of how Dixon had complained that the ironing blanket had been burnt again and how Susan Lightfoot had been seen with artificial flowers in her bonnet in the presence of a vain and diddy character Mr. Hale sipped his tea in abstracted silence Margaret had the response all to herself she wondered how her father and mother could be so forgetful so regardless of their companion through the day as never to mention his name she forgot that he had not made them an offer after tea Mr. Hale sat up and stood with his elbow on the chimney piece leaning his head on his hand using over something and from time to time sighing deeply Mrs. Hale went out to consult with Dixon about some winter clothing for the poor Margaret was preparing her mother's worsted work and rather shrinking from the thought of the long evening and wishing bedtime would become that she might go over the events of the day again Margaret said Mr. Hale at last in a sort of sudden desperate way that made her start is that tapestry thing of the median consequence I mean can you leave it and come into my study I want to speak to you about something very serious to us all very serious to us all Mr. Lennox had never had the opportunity of having any private conversation with her father after her refusal or else that would indeed be a very serious affair in the first place Margaret felt guilty and ashamed of having grown so much into a woman as to be thought of in marriage and secondly she did not know that she might not be displeased that she had taken upon herself to decline Mr. Lennox's proposal but she felt it was not about anything which having only lately and suddenly occurred could have given rise to any complicated thoughts that her father wished to speak to her he made her take a chair by him he stirred the fire snuffed the candles and sighed once or twice before he could make up his mind to say and it came out with a jerk after all Margaret I'm going to leave Hellstone leave Hellstone Papa but why? Mr. Hale did not answer for a minute or two he played with some papers on the table in a nervous and confused manner opening his lips to speak several times but closing them again without having the courage to utter a word Margaret could not bear the sight of the suspense which was even more distressing to her father than to herself but why dear Papa do tell me he looked up at her suddenly and then said with a slow and enforced calmness no longer be a minister in the church of England Margaret had imagined nothing less than that some of the preferments which her mother so much desired had befallen her father at last something that would force him to leave beautiful beloved Hellstone and perhaps compel him to go and live in some of the stately and silent coasters which Margaret had seen from in cathedral towns they were grand and imposing places but if to go there it was necessary to leave Hellstone as a home forever that would have been a sad long lingering pain but nothing to the shock she received from Mr. Hale's last speech what could he mean it was all the worst for being so mysterious distressed on his face almost as imploring a merciful and kind judgment from his child gave her a sudden sickening could he have become implicated in anything Frederick had done Frederick was an outlaw had her father had a natural love for his son connived at any oh what is it do speak Papa tell me all why can you no longer be a clergyman surely if the bishop were told all we know about Frederick and the hard unjust it is nothing about Frederick the bishop would have nothing to do with that it is all myself Margaret I will tell you about it I will answer any questions this once but after tonight I will never speak of it again I can meet the consequences of my painful miserable doubts but it is an effort beyond me to speak of what has caused me so much suffering doubts Papa doubts as to religion ask Margaret more shocked than ever no not doubts as to religion not the slightest injury to that caused Margaret's side as if standing on the verge of some new horror he begun again speaking rapidly as if to get over a set task you could not understand it all if I told you my anxiety for years past to know whether I had any right to hold my living my efforts to quench my smouldering doubts by the priority of the church oh Margaret how I love the holy church from which I am to be shut out he could not go on for a moment or two Margaret could not tell what to say it seemed to her as terribly mysterious as if her father were about to turn my habit I have been reading today at the 2000 who were rejected from their churches continued Mr. Hale smiling faintly trying to steal some of their bravery but it is of no use no use I cannot help feeling it acutely but papa have you well considered oh it seems so terrible so shocking said Margaret suddenly bursting into tears the one state foundation of her home of her idea of her beloved father seem reeling and rocking what could she say what was to be done the sight of her distress made Mr. Hale nerve himself in order to try and comfort her he swallowed down the dry choking sobs which had been heaving up from his heart hitherto and going to his bookcase he took down a volume she had often been reading lately and from which he thought he had derived strength to enter upon the course in which he was now embarked listen dear Margaret said he putting one arm round her waist she took his hand in hers and grasped the tight but she could not lift up her head nor indeed could she attend to what he read so great was her internal agitation this is the solokway of one who was once a clergyman in a country parish like me it was written by Mr. Oldfield Minister of Carsington in Derbyshire 160 years ago or more his trials are over he fought the good fight these last two sentences as if to himself then he read aloud when thou canst no longer continue in thy work without dishonour to God discredit to religion foregoing thy integrity wound in conscience spoiling thy peace and hazarding the loss of thy salvation in a word when the conditions upon which thou must continue will continue in my employments are sinful and unwarranted by the word of God thou mayest, yea thou must believe that God will turn thy very silence suspension deprivation and laying aside to his glory and the advancement of the gospels interest when God will not use thee in one kind yet he will in another a soul that desires to serve and honour him shall never want opportunity to do it nor must thou so limit the holy one of Israel as to think he had but one way in which he can glorify himself by thee he can do it by thy silence as well as by thy preaching thy lying aside as well as thy influence in thy work it is not pretense of doing God the greatest service or performing the weightiest duty that will excuse the least sin though that sin capacitated or gave us the opportunity for doing that duty thou wilt have little thanks o my soul if when thou art charged with corrupting God's falsifying thy vows thou pretendest a necessity for it in order to a continuance in the ministry as he read this and glanced at much more which he did not read he gained resolution for himself and felt as if he too could be brave and firm in doing what he believed to be right but as he ceased he heard Margaret's voice and his courage sunk down under the keen sense of suffering Margaret dear said he during her closer think of the early martyrs think of the thousands who have suffered but father said she suddenly lifting up her flushed tear wet face the early martyrs suffered for the truth so dear dear papa I suffer for conscience sake my child said he with a dignity that was only tremulous from the acute sensitiveness of his character I must do what my conscience bids I had borne along with self-reproach that would have browsed any mind less torbid and cowardly than mine he shook his head gone your poor mother's fond wish gratified at last in the mocking way in which over fond wishes are too often fulfilled Sodom apples as they are has brought on this crisis for which I ought to be and I hope I am thankful it is not a month since the bishop offered me another living if I had accepted it a fresh declaration of conformity to the litigue at my institution Margaret I tried to do it I tried to content myself with simply refusing the additional preferment and stopping quietly here strangling my conscience now as I had strained it before God forgive me he rose and walked up and down the room words of self-reproach and humiliation of which Margaret was thankful to hear but few at last he said Margaret I returned to the old sad burden we must leave health stone yes I see but when I have written to the bishop I dare say I have told you so but I forget things just now collapsing into his depressed manner as soon as he came to talk of hard matter of fact details informing him of my intention to resign this vicarage he has been most kind he has used arguments and expostulations all in vain in vain they are but what I have tried upon myself without avail I shall have to take my deed of resignation and wait upon the bishop myself to bid him farewell that will be a trial but worst far worse will be the parting from my dear people there is a curator pointed to read prayers and Mr Brown he will come to stay with us tomorrow next Sunday I preach my farewell sermon was it to be so suddenly thought Margaret and yet perhaps it was as well lingering would only add stings to the pain it was better to be stunned into numbness by hearing of all these arrangements which seemed to be nearly completed before she had been told what does mama say asked she with a deep sigh to her surprise her father began to walk about again before he answered at length he stopped and replied Margaret I am a poor coward after all I cannot bear to give pain I know so well your mother's married life has not been all she hoped all she had a right to expect and this will be such a blow to her that I have never had the heart the power to tell her she must be told though now said he looking wistfully at his daughter Margaret was almost overpowered with the idea that her mother knew nothing of it at all and yet the affair was so far advanced yes indeed she must said Margaret perhaps after all she may not oh yes she will she must be shocked as the force of the blow returned upon herself in trying to realise how another would take it where are we to go to said she at last struck with a fresh wonder as to their future plans if plans indeed her father had to Milton northern he answered with a dull indifference that he had perceived that although his daughter's love had made her cling to him and for a moment strived to soothe him with her love yet the keenness of the pain was as fresh as ever in her mind Milton northern the manufacturing town in Darkshire yes said he in the same despondent in different way why there papa asked she because there I can earn bread for my family because I know no one there and no one knows healthstone or can ever talk to me about it bread for your family I thought you and mama had and then she stopped checking her natural interest regarding their future life as she saw the gathering gloom on her father's brow that he with his quick intuitive sympathy turned her face as in a mirror the reflections of his own moody depression and turned it off with an effort you shall be told all Margaret only help me to tell your mother I think I could do anything but that the idea of her distress turns me sick with dread if I tell you all perhaps you could break it to bid Farmer Dobson and the poor people embrace your common goodbye would you dislike breaking it to her very much Margaret Margaret did dislike it did shrink from it more than from anything she had ever had to do in her life before she could not speak all at once her father said you dislike it very much don't you Margaret then she conquered herself and said with a bright strong look on her face it is a painful thing but it must be done and I will do it as well as ever I can you must have many painful things to do Mr. Hale shook his head despondingly he pressed a hand in token of gratitude Margaret was nearly upset again crying to turn her thoughts she said now tell me Papa what our plans are you and Mama have some money independent of the income from the living have not you aren't sure has I know yes I suppose we have about a hundred and seventy pounds a year of our own seventy of that has always gone to Frederick since he has been abroad I don't know if he wants at all he continued in a hesitating manner he must have some pay for serving with the Spanish army Frederick must not suffer said Margaret decidedly in a foreign country so unjustly treated by his own a hundred is left could not you and I and Mama live on a hundred a year very cheap very quiet part of England I think we could no said Mr. Hale that would not answer I must do something I must make myself busy to keep off morbid thoughts besides in a country parish I should be so painfully reminded of Hellstone and my duties here I could not bear it Margaret and a hundred a year would go a very little way after the necessary wants of housekeeping are met towards providing your mother with all the comforts she has been accustomed to and ought to have no we must go to Milton that is settled I can always decide better by myself and not influenced by those whom I love said he our apology for having arranged so much before he had told anyone of his family of his intentions I cannot stand objections they make me so undecided Margaret resolved to keep silence after all what did it signify where they went compared to the one terrible change Mr. Hale continued a few months ago when my misery of doubt became more than I could bear without speaking I wrote to Mr. Bell you remember Mr. Bell Margaret no I never saw him I think but I know who he is Frederick's Godfather your old tutor at Oxford don't you mean yes he is a fellow of Plymouth College there Milton Northern I believe at any rate he has property there which has very much increased in value since Milton has become such a large manufacturing town well I had reason to suspect to imagine I had better say nothing about it however but I felt sure of sympathy from Mr. Bell I don't know that he gave me such strength to live an easy life in his college all these days but he has been as kind as can be and it is owing to him we are going to Milton Hale said Margaret why he has tenants and houses and mills there so though he dislikes the place too bustling for one of his habits he is obliged to keep up some sort of connection and he tells me that he hears there is a good opening for a private tutor there a private tutor said Margaret looking scornful what in the world do manufacturers want with the classics or literature or the accomplishments of a gentleman oh said Earth Arbor some of them really seem to be fine fellows conscience of their own deficiencies which is more than many Oxford is somewhat resolutely to learn though they have come to a man's estate somewhat their children to be better instructed than they themselves have been at any rate there is an opening as I have said for a private tutor Mr Bell has recommended me to a Mr Thornton a tenant of his and a very intelligent man as far as I can judge from his letters and in Milton Margaret I shall find a busy life if not a happy one and people and scenes so different that I shall never be reminded of Halston there was a secret motive as Margaret knew from her own feelings it would be different discordant as it was with almost a detestation for all she had heard of the north of England the manufacturers the people the wild and bleak country there was this one recommendation it would be different from Halston and could never remind them of that beloved place when do we go ask Margaret after a short silence I do not know exactly I wanted to talk it over with you your mother knows nothing about her jet but I think in a fortnight after my deed of resignation is sent in I shall have no right to remain Margaret was almost stunned in a fortnight no no not exactly to a day nothing is fixed said her father with anxious hesitation as he noticed the filmy sorrow that came over her eyes and the sudden change in her complexion but she recovered herself immediately yes papa it had better be fixed soon and decidedly as you say only mama to know nothing about it it is that that is the great perplexity poor Maria replied Mr. Hale tenderly if I were not married if I were but myself in the world how easy it would be as it is Margaret I do not tell her no said Margaret sadly I will do it give me till tomorrow evening to choose my time oh papa cried she with sudden passionate entreaty say tell me it is a nightmare a horror dream the real waking truth you cannot mean that you are really going to leave the church to give up health stone to be forever separate from me from mama let away by some delusion some temptation you do not really mean it Mr. Hale sat in rigid stillness while she spoke then he looked her in the face and said in a slow horse measured way I do mean it Margaret you must not deceive yourself into doubting the reality of my words my fixed intention and resolve he looked at her in the same steady stony manner for some moments after he had done speaking she too goes back with pleading eyes before she would believe that it was irrecoverable then she arose and went without another word or look towards the door as her fingers were on the handle he called her back he was standing by the fireplace shrunk and stooping but as she came near he drew himself up to his full height and placing his hands on her head he said solemnly the blessing of God be upon her soul and may he restore you to his church responded she out of the fullness of her heart the next moment she feared lest this answer to his blessing might be irreverent wrong might hurt him was coming from his daughter and she threw her arms round his neck he held her to him for a minute or two she heard him murmur the martyrs and confessors had even more pain to bear I will not shrink they were startled by hearing Mrs. Hale inquiring through her daughter they started asunder in the full consciousness of all that was before them Mr. Hale hurriedly said go Margaret go I shall be out all tomorrow before night you will have told your mother yes she replied and she returned to the drawing room in a stunned and dizzy state End of Chapter 4


I just want to get the muscle memory down on these attacks. It's so much easier if I didn't want to parry her. That's what we are here to do.  When she hits you, I don't think that was a parry at all. Poopy. She was mad though, bro. You got this. You got this. That's a slower swing. I don't know. And if you partial parry it, she does the thing. But that, for me, was embarrassing. Like that. In my head, I was like, I ain't doing anything my brain thinks I'm doing. The muscle memory down. You got to a point where I feel like I can top trash. Am I too early? Am I too late? What it is, my guy? I still got to go get something to drink.  Congratulations, you won.  I got some blue draw. Blue dream flower. First time plant. Trying. We don't actually have weed weed around here. What we have is, you know, that Delta 8 stuff, Delta 9, HCP, THC0, THCV, which is a lie because it said it was an appetite suppressant and I ate the entire high. It's not, none of it is as strong as real shit, but that stuff is strong. You've tried HHC? I like it. I mean, ever so slightly, but I'm doing better than I was when I was sober. So we're in the game.  But at least there's the game.   Look up. It's pantyhose and you'll see what I'm talking about. Easter eggs? What? I can hear Keanu Reeves saying those lines. Easter eggs? So, like, I would like fold over action men, put them in it. I used them for storage. One was a piggy bank.  I was over here blocking instead of parrying, just listening in case you get better. I've gotten better. You should be writing? Well, write. If I do it, you'll be able to play it back. No big deal.  Why did I turn Boston there for a minute? I was like, I'm about to be wicked, hungry, eh? Wicked, hungry? Because that's, that's how Bostonians. No, that's that jump. That's that kick.  I'm dead already. I am so dead. That's hilarious. Only schedule it is my own. Yeah. I don't actually have a deadline. Well, but if you want to be doing something, go do it. If you don't, then don't. Stop pussyfooting around, sweet cheese. How you doing, Joe? I ain't talk to you enough. I'm so worried about Viking. I'm better at that though. Y'all keep track. I'm going to do 10. I'm going to do 10. 10 more. Like they just end up bending and cracking and everything. Speaking of which, I still got to cut my toenails. My son, my son last night, called my Raptor Claws. Look at them Raptor Claws. I was like, boy, you finna be homeless. What was that, 10? I don't even know. Call that one 10. 10 more tries to get good, son. I at least wanted to get to her second phase tonight, but you can't have seven left. You trying to get rid of me, Joe? Already? That one didn't count. You're focused on them chicks. Look at them jiggles. Four. Or because she's always opening up new opportunities for you. Get your minds out of the gutters. Tomorrow's sober. Not bumpy head or wings. I have had the gummy. This is what happens when I am stoned out of my I'm getting much worse, man. Ramen.   She be, I knocked the brakes off her.  That is the roast I needed, Joe. Watch the shenanigans. One left. That's impressive. Actually, I don't think I hit her at all. I may not have hit her at all. Last one. Last one. Love you all faces. Go away, Moth.  Here we go. Cash to check and come back. That I got to pick up my medicine and all that stuff. But thank you guys for hanging out with me. Everybody that was lurking earlier. I saw a bunch of y'all, but no one talked for a long time. But I appreciate you guys too. Just getting the time and the hours up and raising the monetization and all that stuff. Anyways, until next time. I have been, you've been you. This has been another Elden Ring.


Do you ever have trouble deciding what to photograph in the night sky? Well, I think I have the answer. Each month I'll give you a new astrophotography challenge. For instance, last month was the star cluster challenge, and the month before that we all shot M81 and M82. If you're interested in participating in a group monthly challenge, all you have to do is support me over on patreon.com slash nebula photos. It starts at just $1 per month and all tiers have access to these monthly imaging challenges which are organized on the nebula photos discord server. If you're new to discord, I have a video I'm releasing concurrently with this one that I'll link below and right here that will show you how to get set up with discord. Here's the way that the monthly challenges work. In the last week of each month, I put up a poll on discord with four or five ideas for the next month's challenge. Everyone who's a patreon supporter can vote on their favorite idea for the next challenge, and the one with the most votes at the end of the week is the challenge for the next month. You then just need to go and shoot an image for that challenge and post it to the monthly object channel with some details of how you captured it, and each month there will be a community pick decided by popular vote and Niko's pick decided by me. I'll then share the winners here on YouTube and on my social media accounts, and the winning images will also be enshrined in the Hall of Fame channel on the Nebula Photos discord server. Speaking of, let me share the winners from the first two months that we did this. The first month we had a challenge was April, and the challenge was to take a photo of the galaxies M81 and 82, which are two beautiful galaxies in the constellation Ursa Major, and galaxy season the spring is a good time to shoot them. The community pick went to Steve F who put in an amazing 39 hours and 40 minutes total integration between an L extreme filter and an L pro filter with his Canon EOS RA camera attached to a William Optics GT81 telescope all on a Skywatcher HEQ 5 mount. Congrats Steve F. Niko's pick went to Nakmaster who shot this with a stock Nikon D3300 and a William Optics Redcat on an ioptron Skyguider Pro tracker, a total of five hours and 40 minutes integration. I thought Nakmaster really did a nice job getting the colors to pop, which can be so hard in a wide field shot like this. So congrats Nakmaster. In May we turned to star clusters. The main two types of star clusters are globular clusters like M13 and open star clusters like the Beehive cluster. The rule for the challenge was simply that you needed a star cluster in your shot. The community pick went to Justin Dame for his shot of Messier 4 and the Rowe Ophiouki Cloud Complex, 8.3 hours from a Bordel 6 sky with an ASI 294MC, a Canon 200mm lens and a Skywatcher EQ 6R mount. Congrats Justin. Niko's pick for May went to George G. Albrecht for his shot of the many open star clusters in the core of our Milky Way galaxy, including Messier 6 and 7. George shot over 42 minutes of 2.5 second untracked exposures with a stock Canon T6i and a Canon Nifty 50 lens all from a Bordel 7 zone with a clip-in CLS filter. He used free software like DeepSky Stacker, Serial, and the GNU Image Manipulation Program. Congrats George. June's challenge has been the Nebula challenge, so any kind of Nebula, and I'll be announcing the winners of that in a week or two right here on YouTube and also on my social media. Voting for what will be in July's challenge is open now, so sign up, head over to Patreon and the Discord, and get in on the fun. I hope to see you there. Till next time, Clear Skies.


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Indiana is showing its hand. They're telling you that we're ready to compete right now. We feel like this is a guy that's going to get us over the hump. And so we don't really care what's in the future or what are things to come. They're trying to load this team up for a deep playoff run. And Pascal Siakam, he's one of those players that can fit in a lot of different systems. He's a hybrid. You can fit him on any team in the league. He's going to make a positive impact. So I think this is a great look for them. They have a guy in Jalen Smith that said 10 points You bring Siakam to that. You get 22 and five. And you also get a guy that can play fast, play up tempo like Indiana likes to play. And on top of that have a defensive presence. And so I think Indiana recognizes that and they're willing to take that sacrifice and draft picks and give themselves an opportunity to go get them.


That's actually a really good and difficult question to answer. A lot of work we've seen so far with artificial intelligence has actually been in health care, as well as financial services, legal services. But over the last 18 months or so, we've actually seen an appropriation across almost every industry. So we actually see artificial intelligence already being used in media and entertainment, in talent management, like human resources, in sports management. So it's running the gambit. Where it'll be four or five years from now? To be honest, I don't know. I liken it to kind of like the iPhone, that no one could have really predicted how much it would change our lives, the profition of apps. All I will say is that 10 years from now, pretty much every product or service will have some component of artificial intelligence to it. So that's a great question. I think everyone will tell you it's probably a mix of good and bad to it. We're trying to really emphasize the good. The ultimate thing with artificial intelligence is the ability to actually even remove this whole micro segmentation to provide a more personalized experience. And that could be advertising, but it could also be health care. Thinking about that you can now prescribe the right drug for treatment for you based on your genetics, based on your age, health history, and appropriate dose. So I think this will be quite the game changer. And I think in terms of socialization, hopefully it will free up people to work on more complex tasks, more complex type of thinking, just progress the human experience. Well, that's a good question. I mean, our goal is not to take away jobs. Will some jobs be automated? Probably. I mean, we've already seen some of that, like in the fast food industry, but not because of AI. I think what we have to do is prepare ourselves for the jobs of tomorrow. I think we're moving away from, like, if you were to think pure requirements to more interactions, how do we actually test those types of things? How do we actually come up with these great ideas? I think for the future people, for future workers tomorrow, the focus will have to be more on what we call machine learning, cognitive thinking, as well as artificial intelligence type of skills. I think the ability to think critically and actually come up with new ideas and do deeper analysis is what's really going to be the driving force. Absolutely, right? This is all cutting-edge, it's new stuff. We're learning things as we go forward. I think that we need policies, we need, you know, a standard set of best practices so that we're all working towards the same goal and to make sure that we are doing things that are for a benefit of society, not just kind of random events. I think that there's some obviously features out there. Maybe some are justified, some are unjustified. Change is hard for everybody. But could some of this stuff be misused? Potentially, depending on what people really do. I mean, we're obviously, we as IBM are not trying to do in these things. But I think we do need some levels of standards, levels of regulations again so that we're on the same page, that there's a unified understanding of what's appropriate and not appropriate to use artificial intelligence for. Sure, absolutely. So we're sponsoring an XPRIZE competition, so we're really trying to get people to think more about, you know, artificial intelligence in the next wave. And so we're working here to actually figure out what could those big ideas, big products actually be. And to motivate them, we're obviously offering XPRIZE. We're partnering with IT, we're partnering with TED to try and facilitate the understanding, the awareness, and the building of these ideas.


So follow the heart of the generation that went before us follow what you admire and love about their heart their spirit their vision their dream but make your own footprints forge your own path people will accuse you of not following unbeen loyal to their footsteps they'll do that but I want to teach you something today from this beach that the footprints are not sacred the heart that created the footprints is where the eternal sacred things live let's follow the heart let's remember and catch the heart let's not get confused between that and the footprints that those hearts made footprints are not sacred the heart of the people that created those footprints is where all the sacred stuff is follow that