She felt independent, and placed in a position where she knew her exact
duties. She devoted herself and her time wholly to Miss Gwynne, and was
repaid, not only by regular wages, but by kindness, and even affection
from her mistress.
There was increased colour on her cheek, brightness in her eyes, mirth
in her smile, elasticity in her step, and life in her whole being as she
entered the cottage whither she was sent.
She found her patient better, and having given him some wine, read to
him, and helped his wife to make his bed. She was preparing to leave the
farm, when Owen made his appearance. He came, ostensibly to see the sick
man, but prefaced his visit to him by shaking hands with Gladys, and
talking to her.
When she left the house, he followed her into the yard.
'I have caught you at last, Gladys. You always run away from me as if I
were a monster.'
'No, Mr Owen, you are mistaken.'
'Then why don't you come and see us oftener?'
'Because I have a great deal to do, sir; and I do not think Mr Prothero
wishes to see me.'
'You thrive upon your absence, Gladys. I never saw any one look so much
better.'
'How is the dear mistress, Mr Owen? and your father? and Lion? and the
cows? and--and--'
'Not so fast, Gladys.
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