escort Miss Murray through the church-yard. I was about to follow; but Mr. Weston had an umbrella too, and offered me the benefit of its shelter, for it was raining heavily.
"No, thank you, I don't mind the rain," I said.
I always lacked common sense when taken by surprise.
"But you don't like it I suppose?—an umbrella will do you no harm at any rate," he replied, with a smile that shewed he was not offended, as a man of worse temper or less penetration would have been at such a refusal of his aid.
I could not deny the truth of his assertion, and so went with him to the carriage; he even offered me his hand on getting in, an unnecessary piece of civility, but I accepted that too for fear of giving offence. One glance he gave, one little smile at parting—it was but for a moment, but therein I read, or thought I read a meaning that kindled in my heart a brighter flame of hope than had ever yet arisen.
"I would have sent the footman back for you, Miss Grey, if you'd waited a moment—
