All these remarks did not come near Ellinor to trouble her life.To her,her dear father was the first of human beings;so sweet,so good,so kind,so charming in conversation,so full of accomplishment and information!To her healthy,happy mind every one turned their bright side.She loved Miss Monro--all the servants--especially Dixon,the coachman.He had been her father's playfellow as a boy,and,with all his respect and admiration for his master,the ******* of intercourse that had been established between them then had never been quite lost.Dixon was a fine,stalwart old fellow,and was as harmonious in his ways with his master as Mr.Dunster was discordant;accordingly he was a great favourite,and could say many a thing which might have been taken as impertinent from another servant.
He was Ellinor's great confidant about many of her little plans and projects;things that she dared not speak of to Mr.Corbet,who,after her father and Dixon,was her next best friend.This intimacy with Dixon displeased Mr.Corbet.He once or twice insinuated that he did not think it was well to talk so familiarly as Ellinor did with a servant--one out of a completely different class--such as Dixon.Ellinor did not easily take hints;every one had spoken plain out to her hitherto;so Mr.Corbet had to say his meaning plain out at last.Then,for the first time,he saw her angry;but she was too young,too childish,to have words at will to express her feelings;she only could say broken beginnings of sentences,such as "What a shame!Good,dear Dixon,who is as loyal and true and kind as any nobleman.I like him far better than you,Mr.Corbet,and I shall talk to him."And then she burst into tears and ran away,and would not come to wish Mr.Corbet good-bye,though she knew she should not see him again for a long time,as he was returning the next day to his father's house,from whence he would go to Cambridge.
He was annoyed at this result of the good advice he had thought himself bound to give to a motherless girl,who had no one to instruct her in the proprieties in which his own sisters were brought up;he left Hamley both sorry and displeased.As for Ellinor,when she found out the next day that he really was gone--gone without even coming to Ford Bank again to see if she were not penitent for her angry words--gone without saying or hearing a word of good-bye--she shut herself up in her room,and cried more bitterly than ever,because anger against herself was mixed with her regret for his loss.
Luckily,her father was dining out,or he would have inquired what was the matter with his darling;and she would have had to try to explain what could not be explained.As it was,she sat with her back to the light during the schoolroom tea,and afterwards,when Miss Monro had settled down to her study of the Spanish language,Ellinor stole out into the garden,meaning to have a fresh cry over her own naughtiness and Mr.Corbet's departure;but the August evening was still and calm,and put her passionate grief to shame,hushing her up,as it were,with the other young creatures,who were being soothed to rest by the serene time of day,and the subdued light of the twilight sky.