A momentary bliss bestow,And breathe a second spring."Now,dear,you must get out.This flagged walk leads to our front-door;but our back rooms,which are the pleasantest,look on to the Close,and the cathedral,and the lime-tree walk,and the deanery,and the rookery."It was a mere slip of a house;the kitchen being wisely placed close to the front-door,and so reserving the pretty view for the little dining-room,out of which a glass-door opened into a small walled-in garden,which had again an entrance into the Close.Upstairs was a bedroom to the front,which Miss Monro had taken for herself,because as she said,she had old associations with the back of every house in the High-street,while Ellinor mounted to the pleasant chamber above the tiny drawing-room both of which looked on to the vast and solemn cathedral,and the peaceful dignified Close.East Chester Cathedral is Norman,with a low,massive tower,a grand,majestic nave,and a choir full of stately historic tombs.The whole city is so quiet and decorous a place,that the perpetual daily chants and hymns of praise seemed to sound far and wide over the roofs of the houses.Ellinor soon became a regular attendant at all the morning and evening services.The sense of worship calmed and soothed her aching weary heart,and to be punctual to the cathedral hours she roused and exerted herself,when probably nothing else would have been sufficient to this end.
By-and-by Miss Monro formed many acquaintances;she picked up,or was picked up by,old friends,and the descendants of old friends.The grave and kindly canons,whose children she taught,called upon her with their wives,and talked over the former deans and chapters,of whom she had both a personal and traditional knowledge,and as they walked away and talked about her silent delicate-looking friend Miss Wilkins,and perhaps planned some little present out of their fruitful garden or bounteous stores,which should make Miss Monro's table a little more tempting to one apparently so frail as Ellinor,for the household was always spoken of as belonging to Miss Monro,the active and prominent person.By-and-by,Ellinor herself won her way to their hearts,not by words or deeds,but by her sweet looks and meek demeanour,as they marked her regular attendance at cathedral service:and when they heard of her constant visits to a certain parochial school,and of her being sometimes seen carrying a little covered basin to the cottages of the poor,they began to try and tempt her,with more urgent words,to accompany Miss Monro in her frequent tea-drinkings at their houses.The old dean,that courteous gentleman and good Christian,had early become great friends with Ellinor.He would watch at the windows of his great vaulted library till he saw her emerge from the garden into the Close,and then open the deanery door,and join her,she softly adjusting the measure of her pace to his.The time of his departure from East Chester became a great blank in her life,although she would never accept,or allow Miss Monro to accept,his repeated invitations to go and pay him a visit at his country-place.Indeed,having once tasted comparative peace again in East Chester Cathedral Close,it seemed as though she was afraid of ever venturing out of those calm precincts.All Mr.
Ness's invitations to visit him at his parsonage at Hamley were declined,although he was welcomed at Miss Monro's,on the occasion of his annual visit,by every means in their power.He slept at one of the canon's vacant houses,and lived with his two friends,who made a yearly festivity,to the best of their means,in his honour,inviting such of the cathedral clergy as were in residence:or,if they failed,condescending to the town clergy.Their friends knew well that no presents were so acceptable as those sent while Mr.Ness was with them;and from the dean,who would send them a hamper of choice fruit and flowers from Oxton Park,down to the curate,who worked in the same schools as Ellinor,and who was a great fisher,and caught splendid trout--all did their best to help them to give a welcome to the only visitor they ever had.The only visitor they ever had,as far as the stately gentry knew.There was one,however,who came as often as his master could give him a holiday long enough to undertake a journey to so distant a place;but few knew of his being a guest at Miss Monro's,though his welcome there was not less hearty than Mr.Ness's--this was Dixon.Ellinor had convinced him that he could give her no greater pleasure at any time than by allowing her to frank him to and from East Chester.Whenever he came they were together the greater part of the day;she taking him hither and thither to see all the sights that she thought would interest or please him;but they spoke very little to each other during all this companionship.Miss Monro had much more to say to him.She questioned him right and left whenever Ellinor was out of the room.
She learnt that the house at Ford Bank was splendidly furnished,and no money spared on the garden;that the eldest Miss Hanbury was very well married;that Brown had succeeded to Jones in the haberdasher's shop.Then she hesitated a little before making her next inquiry:
"I suppose Mr.Corbet never comes to the Parsonage now?""No,not he.I don't think as how Mr.Ness would have him;but they write letters to each other by times.Old Job--you'll recollect old Job,ma'am,he that gardened for Mr Ness,and waited in the parlour when there was company--did say as one day he heerd them speaking about Mr.Corbet;and he's a grand counsellor now--one of them as goes about at assize-time,and speaks in a wig.""A barrister,you mean,"said Miss Monro.
