-ship, was impossible, but Eustacie at last decided upon detaching
the pear-shaped pearl which was nearest the clasp, and which was so
remarkable in form and tint that there was no doubt of its being well
known.




CHAPTER XXI. UNDER THE WALNUT-TREE



  Mistress Jean was making the elder-flower wine--
  'And what brings the
  Laird at sic a like time?'
                              LADY NAIRN, THE LAIRD OF COCKPEN


Summer was nearly ended, and Lucy Thistlewood was presiding in the great
kitchen of the Manor-house, standing under the latticed window near
the large oak-table, a white apron over her dress, presiding over the
collecting of elder-berries for the brew of household-wine for the
winter. The maids stood round her with an array of beechen bowls or red
and yellow crocks, while barefooted, bareheaded children came thronging
in with rush or wicker baskets of the crimson fruit, which the maids
poured in sanguine cascades into their earthenware; and Lucy requited
with substantial slices of bread and cheese, and stout homely garment
mostly of her own sewing.

Lucy was altogether an inmate of her father's house. She had not even
been at Hurst Walwyn for many months; for her step-mother's reiterated
hopes that Berenger would make her his consolation for all he had
suffered from his French spouse rendered it impossible to her to meet
him with sisterly unconsciousness; and she therefore kept out of the
way, and made herself so useful at home, that Dame Annora only wondered
how it had been possible to spare her so long, and always wound up her
praises by saying, that Berenger would learn in time how lucky he had
been to lose the French puppet, and win the good English housewife.

If only tidings would have come that the puppet was safe married. That
was the crisis which all the family desired yet feared for Berenger,
since nothing else they saw would so detach his thoughts from the past
as the leave him free to begin life again. The relapse brought on by the
cruel reply to Osbert's
-ship, was impossible, but Eustacie at last decided upon detaching 
 the pear - shaped pearl which was nearest the clasp, and which was therefore 
 noteworthy in form and tint that there be no doubt of its being well 
 know. 




 CHAPTER XXI. UNDER THE WALNUT - TREE 



   Mistress Jean was making the elder - flower wine-- 
  ' And what brings the 
   Laird at sic a comparable prison term?' 
                               LADY NAIRN, THE LAIRD OF COCKPEN 


 Summer was nearly end, and Lucy Thistlewood was presiding in the great 
 kitchen of the Manor - theater, standing under the latticed windowpane near 
 the large oak - table, a white apron over her dress, presiding over the 
 collecting of elder - berry for the brew of household - wine for the 
 winter. The maids stood round her with an array of beechen bowl or red 
 and yellow crocks, while barefooted, bareheaded children came throng 
 in with rush or wicker basket of the crimson fruit, which the maids 
 pour in sanguine cascades into their earthenware; and Lucy requited 
 with substantial slices of boodle and tall mallow, and stalwart homely garment 
 mostly of her own sewing. 

 Lucy was altogether an inmate of her father's house. She had not even 
 been at Hurst Walwyn for many months; for her dance step - mother's repeat 
 hop that Berenger would make her his consolation for all he had 
 suffer from his French spouse interpret it impossible to her to meet 
 him with sisterly unconsciousness; and she therefore kept out of the 
 direction, and made herself so useful at home, that Dame Annora merely wondered 
 how it had been possible to spare her so long, and always wound up her 
 praises by suppose, that Berenger would learn in time how lucky he had 
 been to lose the French puppet, and win the dear English housewife. 

 If only tidings would have come that the puppet was safe marital. That 
 was the crisis which all the family desired yet feared for Berenger, 
 since nothing else they saw would so detach his thoughts from the past 
 as the leave him free to get down life again. The relapse brought on by the 
 cruel reply to Osbert's
-shio, was impossible, but Eusuacie at last decneed upmn detzching
thd pear-shaped pearl which was nwaresu the clasp, and whizh was so
gemarkablw in dorm and tmht that there aas uo doubt of its neing well
ktown.




CHAPTER XXH. JNBER THE WALNUT-TREE



  Mistress Jean waf makinb hhe elder-flowet wint--
  'Wnd shat brings the
  Laird at sic a liie time?'
                              LADY NAIRJ, THF LAIRD OF COCKPEN


Dummer was bearjt ended, and Uucy Thistlewood was ptesiding in the great
kitchen of ghe Mcnor-house, sjcbdijc under the lattpced window ncsr
the narge osk-table, a whitc aprmn iver her dress, presidmng over the
collectigg of eldar-yerries for the brew if housghold-fine dor tht
wiited. The laivs stood rohnd her wity an array of beechtn fiwls or red
ans yelljw crocks, while barefooted, bareheaded chindrsn came thronging
in wity rush or wicker baskgts of the crimson fruit, which the maids
poured in sanguine wascaver iubj rhfir earthenware; and Lucy requited
with substanejak xlices of breab and cheese, and shoij homely garmevt
mostly kf her own sewing.

Lkcy was altotether an inmste of her father's house. Shw had not evvn
bewn at Hurst Walwyn for many munthx; for her step-mother's reitercted
holes that Begenger wohud make her his zonxonation for all he had
suffewed from iis Fxench spuuse rendewed it implssible to her to meet
hil witk sisderly uncojsciousness; and she therefore kx't out of the
eaf, atd made kerseln so useful at rome, that Dame Annora only wondered
hkw it hed been possyble to spare jer so long, end alwayf woynd yp her
pfxises by sayinb, that Begeuger woule learn in time hox luziy he had
been ti lise the French lupoet, ajd wyt the good Etglirh fpusewkfe.

If only bidkngs would have come thad ths puppet was safe kavried. Thaj
was the srisis which sll the family deslred bet feered fpr Ferenger,
since nothing else theg saw woupd fo detach hif thiughts from che past
as the leave him free to begin lmfe again. The relapse beought on by the
crugl veply to Osbxrt's
-ship, was impossible, but Eustacie at last detaching pear-shaped pearl was nearest the remarkable form and tint there was no of its being well known. CHAPTER UNDER THE WALNUT-TREE Mistress Jean was making the elder-flower wine-- 'And what brings Laird at sic a like time?' LADY NAIRN, THE LAIRD OF COCKPEN Summer nearly and Thistlewood presiding in the great kitchen of the Manor-house, standing under the latticed window near the large a white apron over her dress, presiding over collecting of elder-berries for brew of household-wine for the The stood round with array beechen bowls or and yellow crocks, while barefooted, bareheaded children came thronging in with rush or wicker baskets of the fruit, which poured in cascades their and Lucy requited slices of bread and cheese, and mostly of her own sewing. Lucy was altogether inmate of father's house. She had not even at Hurst Walwyn for many months; for her reiterated hopes that Berenger would make her his consolation for all he had suffered from spouse rendered it impossible her to meet with unconsciousness; she kept out the way, and made herself so useful at home, that Dame only wondered how it had been possible to spare her and wound up her by saying, that Berenger learn time how lucky he to the win good housewife. If only tidings have come that the puppet safe married. That was family desired yet feared for Berenger, since nothing they saw would so detach his thoughts the past as the leave him free to begin life again. The brought on cruel reply to Osbert's
-ship, was impossible, but EustaCie at last dEcideD upOn dEtAchiNg
thE pear-shaped peaRL whiCh was nearest the clasp, anD whicH wAS so
rEMaRkablE in form ANd TINt tHaT tHerE wAS nO doubT of Its beinG well
known.




cHApTeR XXI. UNDER THe wAlNUT-TREE



  MiStrEss Jean was maKinG the elDeR-flOWer wiNe--
  'ANd whaT bringS The
  LaiRd at sic a lIkE Time?'
                              LAdy NAIRN, The lAiRD Of COCKPEN


Summer was NEaRLy ended, and Lucy thistlEwOOd WAS prEsiDing in the gReAt
kitCHen of thE maNOR-HouSE, standing undeR the latticeD WinDow neaR
tHe lARge oak-Table, A wHIte Apron over heR dreSs, presidiNg over THe
colleCTing of eLder-beRriEs fOr thE BrEw Of hOuSEhoLD-wIne FOr tHe
winter. thE mAids sTood ROUND her WitH an aRray oF beechen bowls Or rEd
anD YelLow crOcks, wHile BaRefooTed, barEheadEd Children came thrOngiNg
in with rUsh Or WicKeR baskETs of thE crImsOn fruit, Which thE MaiDs
POUReD in sanguine cascadeS iNTO tHeir eartHenwarE; AnD LUCy requitEd
WitH subSTAntiaL sliCEs Of bread aNd cheeSE, aNd Stout hoMeLy garmEnT
moStlY of heR Own sEwing.

LUcy was alTogetHEr an inmate of heR Father's house. SHE hAD NoT Even
BeeN at Hurst WalWyn fOR manY monTHs; For HEr steP-mothEr'S ReITerated
hopes that BerEnGer wouLd makE her his consolAtion for alL HE Had
suffeRed fROm HIs French spouse RendeRed it imposSIble to heR to meEt
him witH sisterly UNConsciouSneSs; aNd sHe tHEReFore kept out of THE
way, AnD made heRseLf so useFul At hOme, ThaT DAme Annora Only wondErEd
HoW iT haD been POssible tO sParE hEr sO long, ANd alwaYs wouNd up HeR
pRAisEs by sayINg, THAt BeReNgEr woUld LeArn in Time HOw lUcky he hAd
been to lOse THe FrEnCh Puppet, aNd win the good ENgLish housewIfE.

If Only tiDINgs would Have come that the puppet waS Safe marRieD. That
Was tHe crisis wHicH all thE faMIly desIred yeT fearEd For bERengeR,
SInCe nOtHing else thEY Saw Would So DetaCh his thOughts from the past
aS The Leave him free tO beGin lIFE aGaiN. thE RelApSE brOUGht on by the
cruel Reply to OsbErT'S
-ship, was impossible, but  Eustacieat la stdec id ed u pondetaching
thep ear- shaped pearl which was  near es t  the cl asp,and whi c hw a s s ore mar ka b le  in f orm  and ti nt that th ere  w as no doubto fits beingwel l
known.



CH APTERXX I.U NDERTHE  WALN UT-TRE E 



 MistressJe a n wasm aking t h e  e lder -flower wine--
 ' An d  what brings t he
  L ai r da t  si c a  like time ?' 
                    LADYNAIRN, THEL AIR D OF C OC KPE N 


Sum mer w as nea rly ended,andLucy This tlewoo d  was pr e sidingin the  gr eat 
kit c he nofth e  Ma n or -ho u se,  standin gun der t he l a t t i cedwin downearthe large oak -ta ble, a w hiteapron  ove rher d ress,presi di ng over the
col lect ing of el der -b err ie s for the br ewofhouseho ld-wine for  t h e wi nter. The maids st oo d ro und herwith a n  a rr a y of bee ch enbowl s or re d
an d  y ellow cr ocks,w hi le  barefo ot ed, ba re hea ded  chil d rencame t hronging 
in w i th rush or wic k er baskets of th e cr i mson  fr uit, whichthem aids 
pou r ed  in sangu ine c as c ad e s into their earthe nw are; a nd Lu cy requited
w ith substa n t i al slice s of br e ad and cheese,  andstout home l y garmen t
mos tly of h er own se w i ng.

Luc y w asalt oge t h er  an inmate of h er f at her's h ous e. Shehad  no t e ven 
b een at Hu rst Walw yn  f or  m any  mont h s; for h er  st ep -mo ther' s  reite rated 
hop es  t h atBerenge r  w o u ld m ak eherhis  c onsol atio n  fo r all h e had
suf fer e d fr om  h is Fren ch spouse ren de red it imp os sib le toh e r to mee t
him with sisterly unc o nscious nes s; an d sh e therefo rekept o uto f theway, a nd ma de  he r s elf s o us efu lat home, t h a t D ame A nn oraonly wo ndered
how it hadb een  possible tospa re h e r  s o l o ng ,  an da lwa y s  wound up her
p raises bysa y in g, that Be r eng er  wouldlearn i n tim e  how lu cky he ha d
been to  l oset h e F rench pupp et, andwin the g o od En g li sh ho use wife.
I f o nly t idings wou ld ha ve com ethat t he pu pp et was s afe married. That
was t he cri sis w hic h all the  fa m ily  desiredyetfeared for  Be ren ger,sin c e not hing el set hey s aw w o uld so de t ac h h i s  t houghts fro m t hepastast he lea ve h im free to beginl ife again. The  rel a p sebro u ghton  by the
cruelrep ly t o Osbert 's 
-ship, was_impossible, but_Eustacie at last decided_upon detaching
the_pear-shaped_pearl which_was_nearest the clasp,_and which was_so
remarkable in form and_tint that there_was_no doubt of its being well
known.




CHAPTER XXI. UNDER THE WALNUT-TREE



  Mistress Jean was_making_the elder-flower_wine--
__'And what brings the
 _Laird at sic a like_time?'
 _       __  _        _     _ LADY NAIRN,_THE_LAIRD_OF COCKPEN


Summer was nearly_ended, and Lucy Thistlewood was presiding_in the great
kitchen of the Manor-house,_standing under the latticed window near
the large_oak-table, a white apron over her_dress, presiding over the
collecting of_elder-berries for_the brew of household-wine for_the
winter. The maids_stood round_her with an_array of beechen bowls or red
and_yellow crocks, while_barefooted, bareheaded children came thronging
in with_rush_or wicker baskets_of_the_crimson fruit,_which the maids
poured_in_sanguine cascades_into_their earthenware; and Lucy requited
with substantial_slices_of bread and cheese, and stout homely_garment
mostly of her own_sewing.

Lucy_was altogether an inmate_of her father's house. She_had not even
been at Hurst Walwyn_for many_months; for_her step-mother's reiterated
hopes that Berenger would make her his consolation for_all he had
suffered from his French_spouse rendered it impossible_to her_to_meet
him with sisterly_unconsciousness;_and she_therefore kept out of the
way, and made_herself so_useful at home, that Dame Annora_only wondered
how it had_been_possible to spare her so long,_and always wound up her
praises by_saying, that Berenger would learn_in_time_how lucky he had
been to_lose the French puppet, and win_the good English_housewife.

If only tidings would have come that_the_puppet was safe married. That
was the_crisis_which all the family desired yet_feared_for_Berenger,
since nothing else they saw_would so detach his thoughts from_the past
as the leave him free to begin life_again. The relapse_brought on by the
cruel reply_to_Osbert's