1 Ethan stood before the door, his head heavy with dreams, his arm still about Mattie.
2 Mattie had no natural turn for housekeeping, and her training had done nothing to remedy the defect.
3 Mattie came forward, unwinding her wraps, the colour of the cherry scarf in her fresh lips and cheeks.
4 Half-way up the slope Mattie stumbled against some unseen obstruction and clutched his sleeve to steady herself.
5 All his life was lived in the sight and sound of Mattie Silver, and he could no longer conceive of its being otherwise.
6 "It might have fallen off into the snow," Mattie continued, after a pause during which they had stood intently listening.
7 "Maybe she's forgotten it," Mattie said in a tremulous whisper; but both of them knew that it was not like Zeena to forget.
8 The fact that admiration for his learning mingled with Mattie's wonder at what he taught was not the least part of his pleasure.
9 Watching Mattie whirl down the floor from hand to hand he wondered how he could ever have thought that his dull talk interested her.
10 To Ethan, still in the rosy haze of his hour with Mattie, the sight came with the intense precision of the last dream before waking.
11 She drew aside without speaking, and Mattie and Ethan passed into the kitchen, which had the deadly chill of a vault after the dry cold of the night.
12 But now, as he stood outside the church, and saw Mattie spinning down the floor with Denis Eady, a throng of disregarded hints and menaces wove their cloud about his brain.
13 Frome was in the habit of walking into Starkfield to fetch home his wife's cousin, Mattie Silver, on the rare evenings when some chance of amusement drew her to the village.
14 The crash of a loaded branch falling far off in the woods reverberated like a musket-shot, and once a fox barked, and Mattie shrank closer to Ethan, and quickened her steps.
15 "I wouldn't ever have it said that I stood in the way of a poor girl like Mattie marrying a smart fellow like Denis Eady," Zeena answered in a tone of plaintive self-effacement.
16 His wife had never shown any jealousy of Mattie, but of late she had grumbled increasingly over the house-work and found oblique ways of attracting attention to the girl's inefficiency.
17 It was a fact that since Mattie Silver's coming he had taken to shaving every day; but his wife always seemed to be asleep when he left her side in the winter darkness, and he had stupidly assumed that she would not notice any change in his appearance.
18 Mattie Silver came from Stamford, and when she entered the Fromes' household to act as her cousin Zeena's aid it was thought best, as she came without pay, not to let her feel too sharp a contrast between the life she had left and the isolation of a Starkfield farm.
19 When his wife first proposed that they should give Mattie an occasional evening out he had inwardly demurred at having to do the extra two miles to the village and back after his hard day on the farm; but not long afterward he had reached the point of wishing that Starkfield might give all its nights to revelry.
20 Mattie Silver had lived under his roof for a year, and from early morning till they met at supper he had frequent chances of seeing her; but no moments in her company were comparable to those when, her arm in his, and her light step flying to keep time with his long stride, they walked back through the night to the farm.