Gerard and
Morley, somewhat withdrawn, pursued their conversation; while
Egremont hanging over Sybil, attempted to summon courage to
express to her his sad adieu. It was in vain. Alone, perhaps
he might have poured forth a passionate farewell. But
constrained he became embarrassed; and his conduct was at the
same time tender and perplexing. He asked and repeated
questions which had already been answered. His thoughts
wandered from their conversation but not from her with whom he
should have conversed. Once their eyes met, and Sybil
observed his suffused with tears. Once he looked round and
caught the glance of Morley, instantly withdrawn, but not easy
to be forgotten.
Shortly after this and earlier than his wont, Morley rose and
wished them good night. He shook hands with Egremont and bade
him farewell with some abruptness. Harold who seemed half
asleep suddenly sprang from the side of his mistress and gave
an agitated bark. Harold was never very friendly to Morley,
who now tried to soothe him, but in vain. The dog looked
fiercely at him and barked again, but the moment Morley had
disappeared, Harold resumed his usual air of proud high-bred
gentleness, and thrust his nose into the hand of Egremont, who
patted him with fondness.
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