An easy bend of neck and graceful set of head; full and wavy bundles of dark-brown hair; light fall of little feet; pretty devices on the skirt of the dress; clear deep eyes; in short, a bunch of sweets: it was Fancy! ****'s heart went round to her with a rush.
The scene was the corner of Mary Street in Budmouth-Regis, near the King's statue, at which point the white angle of the last house in the row cut perpendicularly an embayed and nearly motionless expanse of salt water projected from the outer ocean--to-day lit in bright tones of green and opal. **** and Smart had just emerged from the street, and there on the right, against the brilliant sheet of liquid colour, stood Fancy Day; and she turned and recognized him.
**** suspended his thoughts of the letter and wonder at how she came there by driving close to the chains of the Esplanade--incontinently displacing two chairmen, who had just come to life for the summer in new clean shirts and revivified clothes, and being almost displaced in turn by a rigid boy rattling along with a baker's cart, and looking neither to the right nor the left. He asked if she were going to Mellstock that night.
"Yes, I'm waiting for the carrier," she replied, seeming, too, to suspend thoughts of the letter.
"Now I can drive you home nicely, and you save half an hour. Will ye come with me?"
As Fancy's power to will anything seemed to have departed in some mysterious manner at that moment, **** settled the matter by getting out and assisting her into the vehicle without another word.
The temporary flush upon her cheek changed to a lesser hue, which was permanent, and at length their eyes met; there was present between them a certain feeling of embarrassment, which arises at such moments when all the instinctive acts dictated by the position have been performed. ****, being engaged with the reins, thought less of this awkwardness than did Fancy, who had nothing to do but to feel his presence, and to be more and more conscious of the fact, that by accepting a seat beside him in this way she succumbed to the tone of his note. Smart jogged along, and **** jogged, and the helpless Fancy necessarily jogged, too; and she felt that she was in a measure capture I and made a prisoner.
"I am so much obliged to you for your company, Miss Day," he observed, as they drove past the two semicircular bays of the Old Royal Hotel, where His Majesty King George the Third had many a time attended the balls of the burgesses.
To Miss Day, crediting him with the same consciousness of mastery--a consciousness of which he was perfectly innocent--this remark sounded like a magnanimous intention to soothe her, the captive.
"I didn't come for the pleasure of obliging you with my company," she said.
The answer had an unexpected manner of incivility in it that must have been rather surprising to young Dewy. At the same time it may be observed, that when a young woman returns a rude answer to a young man's civil remark, her heart is in a state which argues rather hopefully for his case than otherwise.
There was silence between them till they had left the sea-front and passed about twenty of the trees that ornamented the road leading up out of the town towards Casterbridge and Mellstock.
"Though I didn't come for that purpose either, I would have done it," said **** at the twenty-first tree.
"Now, Mr. Dewy, no flirtation, because it's wrong, and I don't wish it."
**** seated himself afresh just as he had been sitting before, arranged his looks very emphatically, and cleared his throat.
"Really, anybody would think you had met me on business and were just going to commence," said the lady intractably.
"Yes, they would."
"Why, you never have, to be sure!"
This was a shaky beginning. He chopped round, and said cheerily, as a man who had resolved never to spoil his jollity by loving one of womankind--"Well, how are you getting on, Miss Day, at the present time? Gaily, I don't doubt for a moment."
"I am not gay, ****; you know that."
"Gaily doesn't mean decked in gay dresses."
"I didn't suppose gaily was gaily dressed. Mighty me, what a scholar you've grown!"
"Lots of things have happened to you this spring, I see."
