" To lay hands on the Hatchard ark
was a grave matter, and Miss Hatchard, always full of scruples about her
scruples (it was Harney's phrase), wished to have Mr. Miles's opinion
before deciding.
"I couldn't," Mr. Miles explained, "quite make out from your cousin what
changes you wanted to make, and as the other trustees did not understand
either I thought I had better drive over and take a look--though I'm
sure," he added, turning his friendly spectacles on the young man, "that
no one could be more competent--but of course this spot has its peculiar
sanctity!"
"I hope a little fresh air won't desecrate it," Harney laughingly
rejoined; and they walked to the other end of the library while he set
forth his idea to the Rector.
Mr. Miles had greeted the two girls with his usual friendliness, but
Charity saw that he was occupied with other things, and she presently
became aware, by the scraps of conversation drifting over to her, that
he was still under the charm of his visit to Springfield, which appeared
to have been full of agreeable incidents.
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