But they had now reached the eastern-most limit of their progress--still leaving, as Hugh said, some "Yarrow unvisited." They took the returning afternoon train back to Riviere-du-Loup, for their course must now be "Westward-Ho!" At Riviere-du-Loup, they waited for the Saguenay boat, and re-embarked for Murray Bay, which they reached about midnight, landing at the high pier under the pale ghostly light of the waning moon, which gave a strange unreal look to the houses on the sh.o.r.e, and especially to the strangely shapen rock, which, rising solitary near the point, gives it its name of "Point Au Pic" (or Pique). There were an abundance of _caleches_ in waiting, and the travellers distributed themselves among these, and were soon driven along the straggling village street to their destination,--the "Central Hotel," chosen by Kate on account of its delightful view. But the "Central" was too full for so large a party, as the landlord declared with many regrets,--so the ladies were accommodated very comfortably at the "Warren House," next door, while the young men were put up temporarily at the "Central" as they intended leaving on their canoe trip very early in the week.
May had been feeling that, since this trip began, she had had so many delightful impressions, that she could scarcely find room for any more. But the first sight of the grand vista of n.o.ble hills that enfold Murray Bay, as it were, in their embrace, gleaming out under snowy mists, in the fair breezy morning, made her feel that she had by no means lost the receptive power, and that she had much to see and admire yet. It was a peaceful Sunday morning, and a Sabbath rest seemed to enwrap the blue hills that encompa.s.sed the long bay, receding in lovely curves and peaks behind each other, till they were lost in a soft vagueness of distance. Just about the middle of the long curve of the bay, and showing whitely against a background of deep green woods, a white church stood out as a sort of centre to the little brown French village that cl.u.s.tered about it on both sides of the Murray River. Below the bridge stretched long brown sands with a strip of blue water in the middle, and a three-masted vessel lying stranded by the receding tide;--while just across the bay, narrowed by the low tide, rose the long bold headland of Cap a l"Aigle, jutting far out into the wide blue expanse of the St. Lawrence, bounded on the southern sh.o.r.e by a wavy line of soft blue and purple hills, glistening with silvery specks, which were, in reality, distant French villages. It was a feast to the eye, a refreshing to the whole being, simply to sit there and take in the lovely vista. May, for one, was glad that it was Sunday, and that, therefore, there could be no excursions, but that she could sit quietly there as long as she liked,--dreaming or thinking, or reading a little of the old Scripture poetry about the "Everlasting hills;"--but ever and anon looking up to see the realization of words which had formerly left on her mind a rather vague impression of their meaning. Nothing which she had seen seemed to her so satisfying to her ideal of beauty. Niagara had its own solitary overpowering grandeur, but no surrounding scenery. The Saguenay hills were too stern in their solemn splendor. At Quebec, the view seemed almost too wide, too complex; but this charming valley, with its brown-beached blue bay, nestling amongst these richly wooded hills, with rank after rank of mountain tops,--as they seemed to her, fading away into the distant blue, seemed to have all the unity and beauty of a well-composed picture, and to satisfy her imagination without her knowing why. Flora was in an ecstasy. The scene reminded her strongly of some of her own Highland glens; and Hugh and she were soon eagerly comparing it with one after another of their favorite resorts,--tracing its points both of resemblance and of dissimilarity.
The young men of the party had taken an early bath, and p.r.o.nounced the water very bracing indeed, but also decidedly cold--too cold, they thought, for the girls to attempt; notwithstanding which, however, Kate and Flora announced their intention of trying it next day. At eleven they all went to church at a neat little chapel close by, built for the use of the Protestant visitors, and used alternately for an Episcopalian and a Presbyterian service, an instance of brotherly unity which might be indefinitely extended. To Flora"s great satisfaction, (for she was a staunch little Scottish churchwoman,) the service that day happened to be the Presbyterian one--the first time, she observed, that she had had the pleasure of attending her own service since she had left her native land. To Hugh it did not matter, she observed, for he liked one just as well as another, to which he replied that he was by no means so superior to the power of a.s.sociation, which must, in most cases, after all, determine our ecclesiastical preferences.
As there was no evening service, an evening stroll in Nature"s great temple around them was proposed instead, for which the young people were ready enough after the long, quiet day of rest. Mrs. Sandford, who had not yet recovered from the fatigue of so incessant travelling, preferring to sit on the veranda with her book,--the latter taking the place of her knitting-needles, which lately had had an unusual respite. Nellie Armstrong, however, who had a headache, elected to stay with her, so the rest started, perhaps all the more satisfied, pairing off naturally--Mr. Winthrop, of course, with Kate; Jack Armstrong with Flora; while Hugh and May were left as inevitable companions. May, as on some similar occasions, felt at first slightly uncomfortable; but this feeling soon wore off, for Hugh and she had become excellent comrades, and now found many subjects for conversation; and she felt that he had by this time accepted Mr.
Winthrop as a permanent factor in the situation, and was determined to make the best of it. And May in her heart esteemed him all the more for the cheerfulness with which he had adapted himself to the inevitable!
They walked, by a rambling footpath, along the sandy, reedy sh.o.r.e of the bay, until they had at length to betake themselves to the ordinary road, striking it close to a picturesque old mill, with a little waterfall plashing over the moss-grown old waterwheel, just as she had so often seen it in pictures of English scenery. They reached the French village of Murray Bay, and pa.s.sed close to the white church which had made the centre of the picture in the distance, and the pretty little _Presbytere_, with its shady garden-walks overlooking the river, on one of which May discerned a black-ca.s.socked figure, in whom she immediately conjured up a modern Pere La Brosse. Then on, past the little brown French houses, with their steep roofs and balconies, and tidy, if bare, exteriors,--each one apparently possessing its great wooden cupboard, and large box stove for the cold winter days. Crossing the bridge over the Murray, from which there was a lovely view up the valley, into the heart of the hills, they held on their way up the wooded slope beyond, past a little memorial chapel under the shadowing pines, which interested the girls so much that they declared they must get the key and see the interior some day; and then onward by an open, breezy bit of road, skirting on one side undulating woods, gilded by slanting sunlight, and on the other affording glimpses of pleasant manorial residences between them and the river. And then they came out on the high table-land of the "_Cap_," from whence they could see the wide river expanse, now taking on soft hues of rose, and purple, and opal, and the far distant hills beyond, also glorified by the sunset.
But May"s steps had begun to flag a little, and her cheek to grow rather pale, and Hugh said that he was sure she was tired, and proposed that they should go no farther, but take a rest until the others returned. May looked rather wistfully at Kate and Flora, still stepping on, evidently unwearied. But although much stronger than when she had left home, May was not so strong, yet, as the other two, and it was of no use to pretend that she was not very tired.
"Let us walk back to that pine-crested bluff," said Hugh. "There we can sit quite comfortably till the others come back."
They strolled back very slowly, and it occurred to May, _a propos_ of her own fatigue, how much more Hugh could stand than he could have done a month ago; and how seldom even "Aunt Bella" now worried him with well-meant exhortations to take extra care. The outdoor life of the past weeks had certainly done wonders for this sunburnt, active young man, with elastic step and firm tread, who seemed so different a being from the pale and somewhat languid stranger to whom she had been first introduced. But she soon forgot everything else in the fair scene that lay at their feet, half screened by the pine boughs that drooped above them; for no fairer view had greeted her during the whole journey. Opposite, across the blue bay below them, lay Point au Pic, with its pier and its monumental rock, its straggling cottages, and the long, hilly, wooded ridge that swept round the corner of the bay on the other side. To their left lay the broad, sunset-flushed river, with the wavy line of delicate hues beyond it. The two watched the lovely glow of color for some time in silence. At last, when the scene was swiftly taking on the grayness of evening, Hugh remarked:
"How many lovely evenings we have seen! And this seems almost the loveliest of all."
"Yes. It almost makes one sad to think that they are nearly all past,"--she replied, with a little wistful sigh.
"I don"t know that it _should_, however," replied Hugh. "We can"t lose their memories and their influences. _That_ seems to become part of our being, and we shall always be the richer for it. You know "a thing of beauty is a joy forever." Do you know," he continued, after a pause, as May did not reply, "this great river on which we have been wandering so long, seems to me to present a very fair parable of human life. It comes, like Wordsworth"s version of our infancy, out of the mysterious majesty of Niagara, and that great sea-like lake. Then it has its tranquil sunny morning amid the lovely mazes of the Thousand Islands, which, like ourselves, it seems reluctant to forsake, for the more work-a-day rural stretch below. Then comes the strenuous time of conflict,--the "_sturm und drang_" period of the rapids, and then the calm strength, the gradual expansion, the growing dignity of a n.o.ble life, till at last we have this exquisite sunset, glorifying a river that is swiftly pa.s.sing on, to lose itself in the great "silent sea,"
symbolizing the beauty of the same rich and n.o.ble life, pa.s.sing away from its old familiar sh.o.r.es to lose itself in the boundlessness of eternity."
"I think you have got material for another poem there," May observed, smiling, though touched by the emotion which seemed to have carried him on unconsciously. She and Hugh had got into the way of talking about his literary endeavors. There was another pause, and then Hugh looked up from his note-book, into which he had been looking.
"Do you recollect," he asked, "a lovely morning we had, just after coming to Sumach Lodge?"
"Yes," replied May, promptly, "the morning you rowed me over to that pretty little island, when the river was so calm, and it all looked so lovely."
"And I wrote some verses there, which I should like to read to you, to see how you like them. May I?"
May looked a little perplexed, for she had not forgotten that he had seemed anxious that she should _not_ see them, _then_, and with her _idee fixe_ of his hopeless pa.s.sion for Kate--she had connected those verses in some way with that imaginary romance. However, she listened with great interest to his low toned reading:
In gleam of pale, translucent amber woke The perfect August day, Through rose-flushed bars of pearl and opal broke The sunlight"s golden way.
Serenely the placid river seemed to flow In tide of amethyst, Save where it rippled o"er the sands below, And granite boulders kissed;
The heavy woodland ma.s.ses hung unstirred In languorous slumber deep, While, from their green recesses, one small bird Piped to her brood--asleep.
The cl.u.s.tering lichens wore a tenderer tint, The rocks a warmer glow; The emerald dewdrops, in the sunbeam"s glint, Gemmed the rich moss below.
Our fairy shallop idly stranded lay, Half mirrored in the stream; Wild roses drooped above the tiny bay, Ethereal as a dream.
You sat upon your rock, a woodland queen, As on a granite throne; All that still world of loveliness serene Held but us twain alone.
Nay! But there seemed another presence there Beneath, around, above; It breathed a poem through the crystal air, Its name was _Love_!"
May listened to the poem with a rather bewildered feeling: it was so different from what she had expected. But gradually the images suggested by it took possession of her mind to the exclusion of other thoughts, and she scarcely noticed the closing lines, in the pleasure which it gave her to have that lovely morning so vividly recalled. But Hugh seemed to look for more than the pleasure she frankly expressed.
He was silent for a few moments, then said in a very low tone, looking straight into her eyes, "I think that what brought the poem was my finding out, then, _that I loved you_!"
May was utterly taken by surprise, which indeed, overpowered every other feeling. She had not a word to say. Hugh saw how unprepared she had been for his avowal. Presently she managed to stammer out, "I thought it was--Kate!"
"I _know_ you did, at first," he replied, "but I thought you must have known better, _now_! I haven"t acted very much like a jealous lover, have I, since Mr. Winthrop appeared on the scene? And any one could see how that was going to turn out. No, May, I"m sure I"ve tried to make you understand!"
But May still sat silent, in a sort of dazed bewilderment. At last, the ludicrous aspect of the mistake--all her sincere, misplaced sympathy with Hugh in troubles which were entirely of her own imagining, struck her so vividly that she laughed outright, though her laugh had a rather hysterical note in it, and she felt that it was most inappropriate to so serious a crisis. But the personal aspect of the affair, she could not yet at all take in. Hugh laughed a little, too, reading her thoughts; but presently he said gravely enough: "Well, May, now that the mistake is cleared up, you"re not going to say you can"t care for me! Why should we not travel down the river of life together? I mean down the river to the sea,"--he added pleadingly.
"Oh, Mr. Macnab," she replied, at last, "it is so strange to me! I don"t seem able to realize it. And I have never thought of you in that way."
"Well, dear," he said, gently, "I won"t hurry you; but you and I are very good friends, I think, which is an excellent beginning, and I don"t see why we couldn"t be something _more_. But take plenty of time to find out! I"ll promise to be patient meantime. Only, as I am going away to-morrow for a few days, I wanted to try my fate, at least, and make sure that you knew my feelings before I left--for one never knows _what_ may turn up."
May"s face changed when he spoke of the approaching parting, which was only, of course, the prelude to one of much longer duration, since she herself must return home as soon as the party reached Toronto, on its homeward journey. And the thought gave her a sharp pang which she could not ignore. Still, she was not sorry to hear the voices of the others not far off, and to know that this rather embarra.s.sing _tete-a-tete_ was nearly over. Hugh detained her a moment, however.
"I won"t press you any farther now," he said; "only promise me that you will think about it while I am gone, and perhaps you may be able to answer me as I wish, when I come back."
May readily promised this,--glad to have a little time to grow familiar with an idea which had seemed so strange to her at first. The rest of the walk was very quiet,--Hugh talking about indifferent things, while she found it difficult to keep up conversation at all.
Next morning it was decided that, as it was too fine a morning to lose, where there was so much to see, the whole party should drive down to the Falls of the Fraser, taking luncheon with them, that so they might not have to hurry back until the time when the three young men should have to tear themselves away from the society which, to say the truth, they were all reluctant to leave,--in order to take the steamer down again to Tadousac for the projected canoe trip on the upper Saguenay, and so on to the wilds about Lake St. John. As they were to go in _caleches_, however, Mrs. Sandford begged off, and Nellie Armstrong was packed into a _caleche_ with her brother and Flora Macnab--Jack, who was familiar with the vehicle, having volunteered to act as charioteer.
It was a charming drive on such a charming day,--the light cloud-shadows chasing each other over the hills, and causing bewitching effects of light and shade on the distant hills. Their course lay along the Murray River for some distance, past the bridge and village, then back among the hills beyond, up and down short hills, so abrupt that the descent was often like to jerk the riders off the little high seats; but Jack a.s.sured them all, in his cheery voice, that the _caleche_ was at once the easiest and the safest vehicle for these hills, and that every French-Canadian pony knew just how to behave on such roads, if only his driver gave him fair play.
And the French drivers of the other _caleches_ smiled and declared that it was "shoost as de shentleman said." Kate and Mr. Winthrop had of course paired off, so that Hugh and May went together, as a matter of course; but Hugh abstained from the slightest reference of any kind to their conversation of the previous evening, for which May felt duly grateful; for as yet his declaration seemed to her an unreal dream, and she did not like to think about it, or what seemed to her, a mortifying mistake.
As they left the road altogether, and struck across fields with the utmost recklessness about taking down fences, and driving over trackless meadows, they could hear the distant murmur of a waterfall, and soon they came in sight of a small river winding its way to the gorge, into which it speedily disappeared. Then they dismounted from their _caleches_, and sought a point of view from which they could best see this lovely waterfall, which rushes down, not in one sheer descent, but in several leaps, over the brown rocks; so that they could stand, as it were, part of the way down, looking up to the topmost fall, and also far down below them, where, at the foot of it, there lay a pretty green, level point, on which cows were browsing under some n.o.ble trees--as charming a pastoral picture as could be found.
Flora took out her sketch-book and color-box, and set to work diligently to make a few rough sketches from the most favorable points, Jack willingly offering his services in carrying her appliances from place to place, and watching the progress of the sketches with an intensity of interest which was slightly embarra.s.sing to the artist and somewhat amusing to Nellie, who declared, to Jack"s indignation, that she had never known before that he took so much interest in artistic pursuits. Jack, however, was a most amiable critic, ready to admire generously all the work of Flora"s nimble fingers, each sketch being, in his opinion, "awfully pretty;--you"d know it anywhere!" Meantime the rest of the party strolled about, finding out new points of view, and exploring pretty nooks, till it was time to set out the simple luncheon of sandwiches, cold fowl, coffee, and blueberry pie, after the due discussion of which it was necessary to set out at once on the return trip--in the order in which they had come.
When they drove up to the hotel they were met by the intelligence that the Quebec steamer was in sight, and that they must drive down to the pier at once. The young men"s valises were quickly thrown into the _caleches_, and they all drove to the pier, to find the big white steamboat just approaching the point. There was a hurried and, truth to tell, a reluctant leave-taking on the part of the intending _voyageurs_, who declared that they would be sure to be back in about a week; and then the steamer gave her parting whistle and they were off, their waving hats and handkerchiefs being soon lost in the distance. Hugh had just said to May, in a low tone, at parting,--keeping her hand for a few seconds closely pressed in his own, "Don"t forget your promise--or me--while I am gone," and May had replied only by a smile, from which, perhaps, tears were not very far away. At all events, there was a strange, inexplicable _ache_ in her heart, as the four girls walked slowly back to the hotel, a trifle less merrily than was their wont.
It was curious indeed, what a blank there seemed to be, now that three out of their number were gone, though no one except Mrs. Sandford and Nellie were willing to admit it in words. As for May, she could not help feeling that she missed Hugh, in particular, at every turn! His low-toned voice and slightly Celtic accentuation seemed to be perpetually in her ear, and every particular charm of the landscape seemed to recall his always quick appreciation of such beauty. Some occasion on which she wanted to appeal to him for sympathy or appreciation was constantly turning up; and she found herself perpetually laying up a stock of things about which she wanted to talk to him, when he should return. She had no idea how much he had gradually become a part of her life, and how important his ever-ready sympathy had come to be, until the lack of that sympathy made itself so strongly felt. If she had not been so simply and dreamily romantic, so free from egoistic self-consciousness, she would never have made the mistake she had done, and even now there was a constant struggle between the instincts of her heart and the power of the firmly-rooted impression. Kate, who had divined the real state of the case, but had been afraid to enlighten her cousin too suddenly, now ventured on a little good-humored chaffing; but with great and praiseworthy caution.
Seeing that May sensitively shrank from the subject, she soon desisted.
Whatever Kate"s own sense of loss may have been in the absence of Mr.
Winthrop, she was not the sort of girl to let the absence of the three young men take away all the zest of the pleasure of Murray Bay. She const.i.tuted herself the leader of the little party, and the four girls and Mrs. Sandford had what they all voted as a "very quiet, pleasant time," in which they took things easily and enjoyed themselves just as the fancy seized them. They strolled about the beach in the sunny mornings, while Flora sketched the vista of distant hills, and a gentle inquisitive French Canadian would come up to look respectfully at the sketch of "Mademoiselle," and to express his admiration of "the _facilite_" with which she accomplished the task of coloring, evidently an inscrutable mystery to him, though he declared that he could draw "in _crayons_." Kate and Flora occasionally tried a dip into the cold waters of the bay, but their experience was not sufficiently encouraging to tempt the other two, and Mrs. Sandford shook her head, and declared that she considered it unsafe for any of them. But they enjoyed watching the st.u.r.dy children who daily rushed in for a few moments and then came out with skins as red as lobsters, laughing, and rosy, and ready for any number of races on the beach afterwards. They went to inspect the neighboring "Fresh Air"
establishment, originated by a benevolent lady of Montreal, and maintained by private beneficence, where a number of convalescents, old and young, received without cost, the benefit of the pure bracing air and lovely scenery, a true and refreshing instance of Christian charity. They explored over and over again, the road leading past the long strips of farm and pasture land which ran up the hill that overhung it, and the little French farmhouses, with the curious clay ovens which stood near them, but quite detached, and sometimes on the other side of the road, and which Flora was so delighted to see and sketch; and the long straggling French village, and the little chapel on the hill, which was so disappointing on a near acquaintance. They sc.r.a.ped acquaintance with the simple French folk and talked to the polite village children whom they met, so respectful in their address, and whom Flora delighted by including some of them in a sketch from the bridge. They wandered down the road to the pier, between the rows of summer cottages, and roamed about the pretty grounds of the "Lorne House," where some old friends of Kate"s were staying, and lounged away an hour or so, inspecting the little Indian huts and booths at the pier, and the various wares therein displayed, and the dark impa.s.sive faces of the Indian vendors, and purchased all manner of little souvenirs, toy canoes, snowshoes, toboggans, birch-bark napkin rings and other pretty trifles, as presents for the people at home; while Flora sketched the curiously shaped rock which has so often stood for its picture. Or they strolled up the hillside among the fragrant spruce and cedar, and enjoyed the charming views from thence of Cap-a-l"Aigle and the river and bay, and examined the primitive little wooden aqueducts that led the water from springs on the hill, to the houses down below. Everything was as quaint and primitive as Normandy, Flora declared, except only the manners and dress of the summer visitors!
And sometimes they went on little canoe parties with those friends of Kate"s at the "Lorne House,"--up the winding Murray River under the bridge, from which Flora took a pretty sketch, and on for some distance farther, picking their way among the brown shallows and stones which narrowed the navigable water of the stream. Or they would drive up the solitary Quebec road, among its aromatic pine woods, and past its little clearings, with their patches of tobacco and maize and little log cabins, and the peculiar exhilarating aroma of the mountain air;--or by another pretty road to the picturesque cascade of "Les Trous" beside which they took their luncheon, and spent the best part of an afternoon. And so the days went quickly by--happily enough, and on Sat.u.r.day, May found herself realizing that the travellers would very soon be back. Half a dozen other expeditions were still reserved for the last few days, after the party should be reunited, before they should leave for the West. But these plans, like many other human projects, were not destined to be realized. For Monday morning brought May a letter, containing an unexpected summons to return home at once, as her father and mother were called away by the illness of a relative, and her presence as eldest daughter was needed at home.
Dearly as May loved her home and ready as she was to comply with and obey the summons, this hastening of her departure from Murray Bay was a great disappointment, in more ways than one. There was, however, no boat before Tuesday night, and as Mrs. Sandford had begun to feel anxious herself to return home, and would not hear of letting May go back alone, it was finally decided in a cabinet council, that they should arrange to take their departure by the Tuesday"s boat, and that, in case the young men had not returned by that time, they could follow and overtake them somewhere on the way. May"s heart had sunk more than she could have believed, when she contemplated the possibility that Hugh might return and find her gone! She had not in the least made up her mind as to what she should say to him, when he did return, and, even if she herself cared ever so much, she could not see how she could possibly be ever separated from her home, nor indeed, could she as yet bear to think of that aspect of the affair.
But she could not help feeling it no small trial to return without seeing him again; apart from the disappointment that she knew it would be to him should he return only after her departure. And as Mrs.
Sandford was always reminding them, so many things might happen to detain the _voyageurs_, for they intended to find their way back somehow, by land, through the wilds that lay between Murray Bay and Lake St. John.
That evening she could not settle down with the others on the veranda, but wandered down alone to the beach and took her seat on one of their favorite rocks. It had been a day of thunder showers with lovely bursts of sunshine between, and some of the glorious rainbows so frequent there; and now, after a golden sunset, breaking through purple clouds, the bright tints were fading out of the sky and from the great gray stretch of water, on whose breast some stately ships were gradually disappearing from view. The scene vividly recalled to her mind Hugh"s parable of human life, and his unexpected application of it. A sense of the evanescence of all beautiful things and all human enjoyments had taken hold of her, and the tears welled up in her soft gray eyes as she said in her heart a mute farewell to the lovely scene around her, which had so fascinated her, and her mind went wistfully back over all the fair scenes she had beheld since the day on which she had set out, full of happy antic.i.p.ation. How much better it had all been than even her brightest antic.i.p.ations! A vesper sparrow--our Canadian nightingale--was carolling sweetly close at hand, and its song seemed to bring back to her the sweet refrain of the old song:--
"Sweet the lev"rock"s note, an" lang,-- Wildly liltin" doun the glen;-- But, to me, he sings ae sang Will ye no come back again?"
The last line seemed to haunt her with an indescribable pathetic intonation. She rose to go back in order to fight off thoughts that were too much for her when lo! a familiar step sounded close to her, and a well-known voice was in her ear, with a low-toned, "Well, May?"
And May, startled and overjoyed, could scarcely exclaim,--"Oh, Hugh! is it really you?" and then, for all answer to his question, she burst into tears. Perhaps this was almost answer enough, but it encouraged Hugh to go on, and to secure a still better and more satisfying one, before they returned together to join the rest, and to exchange quiet congratulations and a little teasing with Kate, whose engagement to Mr. Winthrop was now definitely admitted. Jack Armstrong looked very wistful and rather envious over the two engaged couples, but the merry Flora is inscrutable, and whether his warm admiration will ever be returned is still a matter of conjecture to both Kate and May.
The three _voyageurs_ had many adventures to relate and much to say about the wild beauty of the upper Saguenay, its _portages_, waterfalls, tributary streams, and especially about the solitary beauty of the lonely Lake St. John. Hugh declared that he would not have missed it on any account, and _that_, as he remarked, _sotto voce_, to May, was, in the circ.u.mstances, saying a good deal. Mr.