But, poor fellow!' added he, with a sentimental sigh--'his heart's broken--that's the truth of it--and his head's--' 'Will you be silent NOW ?' cried I, starting up, and eyeing the fellow so fiercely that my mother, thinking I meant to inflict some grievous bodily injury, laid her hand on my arm, and besought me to let him alone, and he walked leisurely out, with his hands in his pockets, singing provokingly--'Shall I, because a woman's fair,' &c.
'I'm not going to defile my fingers with him,' said I, in answer to the maternal intercession.

'I wouldn't touch him with the tongs.' I now recollected that I had business with Robert Wilson, concerning the purchase of a certain field adjoining my farm--a business I had been putting off from day to day; for I had no interest in anything now; and besides, I was misanthropically inclined, and, moreover, had a particular objection to meeting Jane Wilson or her mother; for though I had too good reason, now, to credit their reports concerning Mrs.Graham, I did not like them a bit the better for it--or Eliza Millward either--and the thought of meeting them was the more repugnant to me that I could not, now, defy their seeming calumnies and triumph in my own convictions as before.

But to-day I determined to make an effort to return to my duty.
Though I found no pleasure in it, it would be less irksome than idleness--at all events it would be more profitable.

If life promised no enjoyment within my vocation, at least it offered no allurements out of it; and henceforth I would put my shoulder to the wheel and toil away, like any poor drudge of a cart-horse that was fairly broken in to its labour, and plod through life, not wholly useless if not agreeable, and uncomplaining if not contented with my lot.
Thus resolving, with a kind of sullen resignation, if such a term may be allowed, I wended my way to Ryecote Farm, scarcely expecting to find its owner within at this time of day, but hoping to learn in what part of the premises he was most likely to be found.
Absent he was, but expected home in a few minutes; and I was desired to step into the parlour and wait.

Mrs.Wilson was busy in the kitchen, but the room was not empty; and I scarcely checked an involuntary recoil as I entered it; for there sat Miss Wilson chattering with Eliza Millward.
However, I determined to be cool and civil.