1. FROM SEPTEMBER THE TWENTY-FIRST TO THE
MIDDLE OF NOVEMBERThe foremost figure within Cytherea's horizon, exclusive of the
inmates of Knapwater House, was now the steward, Mr. Manston. It
was impossible that they should live within a quarter of a mile of
each other, be engaged in the same service, and attend the same
church, without meeting at some spot or another, twice or thrice a
week. On Sundays, in her pew, when by chance she turned her head,
Cytherea found his eyes waiting desirously for a glimpse of hers,
and, at first more strangely, the eyes of Miss Aldclyffe furtively
resting on him. On coming out of church he frequently walked beside
Cytherea till she reached the gate at which residents in the House
turned into the shrubbery. By degrees a conjecture grew to a
certai
