'
She looked down and sighed; and they passed out of the crumbling
old place, and slowly crossed to the churchyard entrance. Knight
was not himself, and he could not pretend to be. She had not told
all.
He supported her lightly over the stile, and was practically as
attentive as a lover could be. But there had passed away a glory,
and the dream was not as it had been of yore. Perhaps Knight was
not shaped by Nature for a marrying man. Perhaps his lifelong
constraint towards women, which he had attributed to accident, was
not chance after all, but the natural result of instinctive acts
so minute as to be undiscernible even by himself. Or whether the
rough dispelling of any bright illusion, however imaginative,
depreciates the real and unexaggerated brightness which appertains
to its basis, one cannot say. Certain it was that Knight's
disappointment at finding himself second or third in the field, at
Elfride's momentary equivoque, and at her reluctance to be candid,
brought him to the verge of cynicism.
Chapter XXXIII
'O daughter of Babylon, wasted with misery.'
A habit of Knight's, when not immediately occupied with Elfride--
to walk by himself for half an hour or so between dinner and
bedtime--had become familiar to his friends at Endelstow, Elfride
herself among them. When he had helped her over the stile, she
said gently, 'If you wish to take your usual turn on the hill,
Harry, I can run down to the house alone.
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