While Shirley was talking with Moore, Caroline rejoined Mrs. Pryor upstairs. She found that lady deeply . She would not say that Miss Keeldar's hastiness had hurt her feelings, but it was evident an inward wound her. To any but a congenial nature she would have seemed insensible to the quiet, tender attentions by which Miss Helstone sought to impart ; but Caroline knew that, unmoved or slightly moved as she looked, she felt, valued, and was healed by them.  
"I am in self-confidence and decision," she said at last. "I always have been deficient in those qualities. Yet I think Miss Keeldar should have known my character well enough by this time to be aware that I always feel an even painful to do right, to act for the best. The unusual nature of the demand on my puzzled me, especially following the alarms of the night. I could not venture to act for another; but I trust no serious harm will result from my of firmness."
 
A gentle knock was here heard at the door. It was half opened.
 
"Caroline, come here," said a low voice.
 
Miss Helstone went out. There stood Shirley in the gallery, looking , ashamed, sorry as any child.
 
"How is Mrs. Pryor?" she asked.
 
"Rather out of spirits," said Caroline.
 
"I have behaved very , very ungenerously, very ungratefully to her," said Shirley. "How in me to turn on her thus for what, after all, was no fault—only an excess of on her part. But I regret my error most sincerely. Tell her so, and ask if she will forgive me."
 
Caroline discharged the errand with heartfelt pleasure. Mrs. Pryor rose, came to the door. She did not like scenes;320 she them as all timid people do. She said , "Come in, my dear."
 
Shirley did come in with some impetuosity. She threw her arms round her governess, and while she kissed her she said, "You know you must forgive me, Mrs. Pryor. I could not get on at all if there was a misunderstanding between you and me."
 
"I have nothing to forgive," was the reply. "We will pass it over now, if you please. The final result of the incident is that it proves more plainly than ever how unequal I am to certain crises."
 
And that was the painful feeling which would remain on Mrs. Pryor's mind. No effort of Shirley's or Caroline's could it thence. She could forgive her offending pupil, not her innocent self.
 
Miss Keeldar, to be in constant request during the morning, was presently summoned downstairs again. The rector called first. A lively welcome and livelier reprimand were at his service. He expected both, and, being in high spirits, took them in equally good part.
 
In the course of his brief visit he quite forgot to ask after his niece; the riot, the rioters, the mill, the , the heiress, absorbed all his thoughts to the of family ties. He to the part himself and curate had taken in the defence of the Hollow.
 
"The vials of pharisaical will be emptied on our heads for our share in this business," he said; "but I defy every . I was there only to support the law, to play my part as a man and a Briton; which characters I deem quite compatible with those of the priest and Levite, in their highest sense. Your Moore," he went on, "has won my . A cooler commander I would not wish to see, nor a more . Besides, the man has shown sound judgment and good sense—first, in being prepared for the event which has taken place; and subsequently, when his well-concerted plans had secured him success, in knowing how to use without abusing his victory. Some of the magistrates are now well frightened, and, like all cowards, show a tendency to be cruel. Moore restrains them with admirable . He has hitherto been very unpopular in the neighbourhood; but, mark my words, the tide of opinion will now take a turn in his favour. People will find out that they have not appreciated him, and will hasten to remedy their error; and he, when he321 perceives the public disposed to acknowledge his merits, will show a more gracious than that with which he has hitherto favoured us."
 
Mr. Helstone was about to add to this speech some half-jesting, half-serious warnings to Miss Keeldar on the subject of her partiality for her talented tenant, when a ring at the door, announcing another caller, checked his raillery; and as that other caller appeared in the form of a white-haired elderly gentleman, with a rather and disdainful eye—in short, our old acquaintance, and the rector's old enemy, Mr. Yorke—the priest and Levite seized his hat, and with the briefest of adieus to Miss Keeldar and the sternest of nods to her guest took an leave.
 
Mr. Yorke was in no mild mood, and in no measured terms did he express his opinion on the transaction of the night. Moore, the magistrates, the soldiers, the mob leaders, each and all came in for a share of his invectives; but he reserved his strongest epithets—and real racy Yorkshire Doric adjectives they were—for the benefit of the fighting parsons, the "sanguinary, demoniac" rector and curate. According to him, the cup of ecclesiastical was now full indeed.
 
"The church," he said, "was in a bonny now. It was time it came down when parsons took to swaggering amang soldiers, blazing away wi' bullet and , taking the lives of far honester men than themselves."
 
"What would Moore have done if nobody had helped him?" asked Shirley.
 
"Drunk as he'd , eaten as he'd baked."
 
"Which means you would have left him by himself to face that mob. Good! He has plenty of courage, but the greatest amount of gallantry that ever one human breast could scarce avail against two hundred."
 
"He had the soldiers, those poor slaves who hire out their own blood and spill other folk's for money."
 
"You abuse soldiers almost as much as you abuse clergymen. All who wear red coats are national refuse in your eyes, and all who wear black are national swindlers. Mr. Moore, according to you, did wrong to get military aid, and he did still worse to accept of any other aid. Your way of talking amounts to this: he should have abandoned his mill and his life to the rage of a set of misguided madmen, and Mr. Helstone and every other gentleman in the322 parish should have looked on, and seen the building and its owner , and never stirred a finger to save either."
 
"If Moore had behaved to his men from the beginning as a master ought to behave, they never would have entertained their present feelings towards him."
 
"Easy for you to talk," exclaimed Miss Keeldar, who was beginning to wax warm in her tenant's cause—"you, whose family have lived at Briarmains for six generations, to whose person the people have been accustomed for fifty years, who know all their ways, prejudices, and preferences—easy, indeed, for you to act so as to avoid offending them. But Mr. Moore came a stranger into the district; he came here poor and friendless, with nothing but his own energies to back him, nothing but his honour, his talent, and his industry to make his way for him. A crime indeed that, under such circumstances, he could not popularize his naturally grave, quiet manners all at once; could not be jocular, and free, and cordial with a strange peasantry, as you are with your fellow-townsmen! An unpardonable that when he introduced improvements he did not go about the business in quite the most way, did not graduate his changes as delicately as a rich capitalist might have done! For errors of this sort is he to be the victim of mob ? Is he to be denied even the privilege of defending himself? Are those who have the hearts of men in their breasts (and Mr. Helstone, say what you will of him, has such a heart) to be like malefactors because they stand by him, because they venture to the cause of one against two hundred?"
 
"Come, come now, be cool," said Mr. Yorke, smiling at the earnestness with which Shirley multiplied her rapid questions.
 
"Cool! Must I listen coolly to downright nonsense—to dangerous nonsense? No. I like you very well, Mr. Yorke, as you know, but I thoroughly dislike some of your principles. All that —excuse me, but I repeat the word—all that cant about soldiers and parsons is most offensive in my ears. All ridiculous, crying up of one class, whether the same be or democrat—all howling down of another class, whether clerical or military—all to individuals, whether or mendicant—is really sickening to me; all arraying of ranks against ranks, all party , all323 tyrannies disguised as liberties, I reject and wash my hands of. You think you are a philanthropist; you think you are an advocate of liberty; but I will tell you this—Mr. Hall, the parson of Nunnely, is a better friend both of man and freedom than Hiram Yorke, the reformer of Briarfield."
 
From a man Mr. Yorke would not have borne this language very patiently, nor would he have endured it from some women; but he accounted Shirley both honest and pretty, and her plain-spoken ire amused him. Besides, he took a secret pleasure in hearing her defend her tenant, for we have already intimated he had Robert Moore's interest very much at heart. Moreover, if he wished to himself for her severity, he knew the means lay in his power: a word, he believed, would suffice to tame and silence her, to cover her frank forehead with the shadow of shame, and veil the glow of her eye under down-drooped lid and .
 
"What more hast thou to say?" he inquired, as she paused, rather, it appeared, to take breath than because her subject or her was .
 
"Say, Mr. Yorke!" was the answer, the speaker meantime walking fast from wall to wall of the oak parlour—"say? I have a great deal to say, if I could get it out in order, which I never can do. I have to say that your views, and those of most extreme politicians, are such as none but men in an irresponsible position can advocate; that they are views, meant only to be talked about, and never intended to be acted on. Make you Prime Minister of England to-morrow, and you would have to abandon them. You abuse Moore for defending his mill. Had you been in Moore's place you could not with honour or sense have acted otherwise than he acted. You abuse Mr. Helstone for everything he does. Mr. Helstone has his faults; he sometimes does wrong, but oftener right. Were you vicar of Briarfield, you would find it no easy task to sustain all the active schemes for the benefit of the parish planned and in by your . I wonder people cannot judge more fairly of each other and themselves. When I hear Messrs. Malone and Donne about the authority of the church, the dignity and claims of the priesthood, the due to them as clergymen; when I hear the outbreaks of their small spite against ; when I witness their324 silly, narrow and assumptions; when their about forms, and traditions, and is sounding in my ear; when I their insolent carriage to the poor, their often base servility to the rich—I think the Establishment is indeed in a poor way, and both she and her sons appear in the utmost need of reformation. Turning away from minster tower and village spire—ay, as distressed as a churchwarden who feels the exigence of white-wash and has not wherewithal to purchase lime—I recall your senseless on the 'fat bishops,' the ' parsons,' 'old mother church,' etc. I remember your strictures on all who differ from you, your of classes and individuals, without the slightest allowance made for circumstances or temptations; and then, Mr. Yorke, doubt clutches my inmost heart as to whether men exist , reasonable, and just enough to be with the task of reform. I don't believe you are of the number."
 
"You have an ill opinion of me, Miss Shirley. You never told me so much of your mind before."
 
"I never had an opening. But I have sat on Jessy's stool by your chair in the back-parlour at Briarmains, for evenings together, listening excitedly to your talk, half admiring what you said, and half rebelling against it. I think you a fine old Yorkshireman, sir. I am proud to have been born in the same county and parish as yourself. , upright, independent you are, as a rock based below seas; but also you are harsh, rude, narrow, and merciless."
 
"Not to the poor, lass, nor to the of the earth; only to the proud and high-minded."
 
"And what right have you, sir, to make such distinctions? A prouder, a higher-minded man than yourself does not exist. You find it easy to speak comfortably to your inferiors; you are too , too ambitious, too jealous to be civil to those above you. But you are all alike. Helstone also is proud and prejudiced. Moore, though juster and more considerate than either you or the rector, is still haughty, stern, and, in a public sense, selfish. It is well there are such men as Mr. Hall to be found occasionally—men of large and kind hearts, who can love their whole race, who can forgive others for being richer, more prosperous, or more powerful than they are. Such men may have less , less force of character than you, but they are better friends to mankind."
 
325"And when is it to be?" said Mr. Yorke, now rising.
 
"When is what to be?"
 
"The wedding."
 
"Whose wedding?"
 
"Only that of Robert Gérard Moore, Esq., of Hollow's Cottage, with Miss Keeldar, daughter and heiress of the late Charles Cave Keeldar of Fieldhead Hall."
 
Shirley gazed at the questioner with rising colour. But the light in her eye was not ; it shone steadily—yes, it burned deeply.
 
"That is your revenge," she said slowly; then added, "Would it be a bad match, unworthy of the late Charles Cave Keeldar's representative?"
 
"My lass, Moore is a gentleman; his blood is pure and ancient as mine or thine."
 
"And we two set store by ancient blood? We have family pride, though one of us at least is a republican?"
 
Yorke bowed as he stood before her. His lips were mute, but his eye confessed the . Yes, he had family pride; you saw it in his whole bearing.
 
"Moore is a gentleman," echoed Shirley, lifting her head with glad grace. She checked herself. Words seemed crowding to her tongue. She would not give them ; but her look much at the moment. What, Yorke tried to read, but could not. The language was there, visible, but untranslatable—a poem, a , in an unknown tongue. It was not a plain story, however, no simple of feeling, no ordinary love-confession—that was obvious. It was something other, deeper, more intricate than he guessed at. He felt his revenge had not struck home. He felt that Shirley triumphed. She held him at fault, baffled, puzzled. She enjoyed the moment, not he.
 
"And if Moore is a gentleman, you can be only a lady; therefore——"
 
"Therefore there would be no inequality in our union."
 
"None."
 
"Thank you for your approbation. Will you give me away when I the name of Keeldar for that of Moore?"
 
Mr. Yorke, instead of replying, gazed at her much puzzled. He could not divine what her look signified—whether she spoke in earnest or in jest. There were purpose and feeling, and , playing, , on her mobile lineaments.
 
326"I don't understand thee," he said, turning away.
 
She laughed. "Take courage, sir; you are not singular in your ignorance. But I suppose if Moore understands me that will do, will it not?"
 
"Moore may settle his own matters henceforward for me; I'll neither nor make with them further."
 
A new thought crossed her. Her countenance changed magically. With a sudden darkening of the eye and fixing of the features she demanded, "Have you been asked to ? Are you questioning me as another's ?"
 
"The Lord save us! Whoever thee must look about him! Keep all your questions for Robert; I'll answer no more on 'em. Good-day, lassie!"
 
The day being fine, or at least fair—for soft clouds curtained the sun, and a dim but not chill or waterish slept blue on the hills—Caroline, while Shirley was engaged with her callers, had persuaded Mrs. Pryor to assume her and summer shawl, and to take a walk with her up towards the narrow end of the Hollow.
 
Here the opposing sides of the glen, approaching each other and becoming clothed with brushwood and oaks, formed a wooded ravine, at the bottom of which ran the mill-stream, in broken, unquiet course, struggling with many stones, against banks, with gnarled tree-roots, , gurgling, battling as it went. Here, when you had wandered half a mile from the mill, you found a sense of deep —found it in the shade of unmolested trees, received it in the singing of many birds, for which that shade made a home. This was no trodden way. The freshness of the wood flowers that foot of man seldom pressed them; the wild roses looked as if they budded, bloomed, and faded under the watch of solitude, as if in a sultan's harem. Here you saw the sweet of blue-bells, and recognized in pearl-white blossoms, spangling the grass, a type of some starlit spot in space.
 
Mrs. Pryor liked a quiet walk. She ever high-roads, and sought byways and lonely lanes. One companion she preferred to total solitude, for in solitude she was nervous; a vague fear of annoying encounters broke the of quite lonely . But she feared nothing with Caroline. When once she got away from human327 habitations, and entered the still of nature accompanied by this one youthful friend, a change seemed to steal over her mind and beam in her countenance. When with Caroline—and Caroline only—her heart, you would have said, shook off a burden, her brow put aside a veil, her spirits too escaped from a restraint. With her she was cheerful; with her, at times, she was tender; to her she would impart her knowledge, reveal glimpses of her experience, give her opportunities for guessing what life she had lived, what her mind had received, of what calibre was her intelligence, how and where her feelings were vulnerable.
 
To-day, for instance, as they walked along, Mrs. Pryor talked to her companion about the various birds singing in the trees, their species............