Fourthly，andlastly，Thatnopersonneedthinkofapplyingforthissituationunlesshecouldfurnishthemostunexceptionablereferencestocharacterandabilities。ThereferencesweretobesenttoMrFairlie’sfriendinLondon，whowasempoweredtoconcludeallnecessaryarrangements。
TheseinstructionswerefollowedbythenameandaddressofPesca’semployerinPortlandPlace——andtherethenote，ormemorandum，ended。
Theprospectwhichthisofferofanengagementheldoutwascertainlyanattractiveone。Theemploymentwaslikelytobebotheasyandagreeable；
itwasproposedtomeattheautumntimeoftheyearwhenIwasleastoccupied；
andtheterms，judgingbymypersonalexperienceinmyprofession，weresurprisinglyliberal。Iknewthis；IknewthatIoughttoconsidermyselfveryfortunateifIsucceededinsecuringtheofferedemployment——andyet，nosoonerhadIreadthememorandumthanIfeltaninexplicableunwillingnesswithinmetostirinthematter。IhadneverinthewholeofmypreviousexperiencefoundmydutyandmyinclinationsopainfullyandsounaccountablyatvarianceasIfoundthemnow。
`Oh，Walter，yourfatherneverhadsuchachanceasthis！’saidmymother，whenshehadreadthenoteoftermsandhadhandeditbacktome。
`Suchdistinguishedpeopletoknow，’remarkedSarah，straighteningherselfinthechair；`andonsuchgratifyingtermsofequalitytoo！’
`Yes，yes；theterms，ineverysense，aretemptingenough，’Irepliedimpatiently。`ButbeforeIsendinmytestimonials，Ishouldlikealittletimetoconsider——’
`Consider！’exclaimedmymother。`Why，Walter，whatisthematterwithyou？’
`Consider！’echoedmysister。`Whataveryextraordinarythingtosay，underthecircumstances！’
`Consider！’chimedintheProfessor。`Whatistheretoconsiderabout？
Answermethis！Haveyounotbeencomplainingofyourhealth，andhaveyounotbeenlongingforwhatyoucallasmackofthecountrybreeze？Well！
thereinyourhandisthepaperthatoffersyouperpetualchokingmouthfulsofcountrybreezeforfourmonths’time。Isitnotso？Ha！Again——youwantmoney。Well！Isfourgoldenguineasaweeknothing？My-soul-bless-my-soul！
onlygiveittome——andmybootsshallcreaklikethegoldenPapa’s，withasenseoftheoverpoweringrichnessofthemanwhowalksinthem！
Fourguineasaweek，and，morethanthat，thecharmingsocietyoftwoyoungmisses！and，morethanthat，yourbed，yourbreakfast，yourdinner，yourgorgingEnglishteasandlunchesanddrinksoffoamingbeer，allfornothing——why，Walter，mydeargoodfriend——deuce-what-the-deuce！——forthefirsttimeinmylifeIhavenoteyesenoughinmyheadtolook，andwonderatyou！’
Neithermymother’sevidentastonishmentatmybehaviour，norPesca’sfervidenumerationoftheadvantagesofferedtomebythenewemployment，hadanyeffectinshakingmyunreasonabledisinclinationtogotoLimmeridgeHouse。AfterstartingallthepettyobjectionsthatIcouldthinkoftogoingtoCumberland，andafterhearingthemanswered，oneafteranother，tomyowncompletediscomfiture，ItriedtosetupalastobstaclebyaskingwhatwastobecomeofmypupilsinLondonwhileIwasteachingMrFairlie’syoungladiestosketchfromnature。Theobviousanswertothiswas，thatthegreaterpartofthemwouldbeawayontheirautumntravels，andthatthefewwhoremainedathomemightbeconfidedtothecareofoneofmybrotherdrawing-masters，whosepupilsIhadoncetakenoffhishandsundersimilarcircumstances。Mysisterremindedmethatthisgentlemanhadexpresslyplacedhisservicesatmydisposal，duringthepresentseason，incaseIwishedtoleavetom；mymotherseriouslyappealedtomenottoletanidlecapricestandinthewayofmyowninterestsandmyownhealth；andPescapiteouslyentreatedthatIwouldnotwoundhimtotheheartbyrejectingthefirstgratefulofferofservicethathehadbeenabletomaketothefriendwhohadsavedhislife。
Theevidentsincerityandaffectionwhichinspiredtheseremonstranceswouldhaveinfluencedanymanwithanatomofgoodfeelinginhiscomposition。
ThoughIcouldnotconquermyownunaccountableperversity，Ihadatleastvirtueenoughtobeheartilyashamedofit，andtoendthediscussionpleasantlybygivingway，andpromisingtodoallthatwaswantedofme。
TherestoftheeveningpassedmerrilyenoughinhumorousanticipationsofmycominglifewiththetwoyoungladiesinCumberland。Pesca，inspiredbyournationalgrog，whichappearedtogetintohishead，inthemostmarvellousmanner，fiveminutesafterithadgonedownhisthroat，assertedhisclaimstobeconsideredacompleteEnglishmanbymakingaseriesofspeechesinrapidsuccession，proposingmymother’shealth，mysister’shealth，myhealth，andthehealths，inmass，ofMrFairlieandthetwoyoungMisses，patheticallyreturningthankshimself，immediatelyafterwards，forthewholeparty。`Asecret，Walter，’saidmylittlefriendconfidentially，aswewalkedhometogether。`Iamflushedbytherecollectionofmyowneloquence。Mysoulburstsitselfwithambition。OneofthesedaysIgointoyournobleParliament。ItisthedreamofmywholelifetobeHonourablePesca，M。P。！’
ThenextmorningIsentmytestimonialstotheprofessor’semployerinPortlandPlace。Threedayspassed，andIconcluded，withsecretsatisfaction，thatmypapershadnotbeenfoundsufficientlyexplicit。Onthefourthday，however，ananswercame。ItannouncedthatMrFairlieacceptedmyservices，andrequestedmetostartforCumberlandimmediately。Allthenecessaryinstructionsformyjourneywerecarefullyandclearlyaddedinapostscript。
Imademyarrangements，unwillinglyenough，forleavingLondonearlythenextday。TowardseveningPescalookedin，onhiswaytoadinner-party，tobidmegood-bye。
`Ishalldrymytearsinyourabsence，’saidtheProfessorgaily，`withthisgloriousthought。Itismyauspicioushandthathasgiventhefirstpushtoyourfortuneintheworld。Go，myfriend！WhenyoursunshinesinCumberland(Englishproverb)，inthenameofheavenmakeyourhay。MarryoneofthetwoyoungMisses；becomeHonourableHartright，M。P。；andwhenyouareonthetopoftheladderrememberthatPesca，atthebottom，hasdoneitall！’
Itriedtolaughwithmylittlefriendoverhispartingjest，butmyspiritswerenottobecommanded。Somethingjarredinmealmostpainfullywhilehewasspeakinghislightfarewellwords。
WhenIwasleftaloneagainnothingremainedtobedonebuttowalktotheHampsteadcottageandbidmymotherandSarahgood-bye。IIITheheathadbeenpainfullyoppressiveallday，anditwasnowacloseandsultrynight。
Mymotherandsisterhadspokensomanylastwords，andhadbeggedmetowaitanotherfiveminutessomanytimes，thatitwasnearlymidnightwhentheservantlockedthegarden-gatebehindme。IwalkedforwardafewpacesontheshortestwaybacktoLondon，thenstoppedandhesitated。
Themoonwasfullandbroadinthedarkbluestarlesssky，andthebrokengroundoftheheathlookedwildenoughinthemysteriouslighttobehundredsofmilesawayfromthegreatcitythatlaybeneathit。TheideaofdescendinganysoonerthanIcouldhelpintotheheatandgloomofLondonrepelledme。Theprospectofgoingtobedinmyairlesschambers，andtheprospectofgradualsuffocation，seemed，inmypresentrestlessframeofmindandbody，tobeoneandthesamething。IdeterminedtostrollhomeinthepurerairbythemostroundaboutwayIcouldtake；tofollowthewhitewindingpathsacrossthelonelyheath；andtoapproachLondonthroughitsmostopensuburbbystrikingintotheFinchleyRoad，andsogettingback，inthecoolofthenewmorning，bythewesternsideoftheRegent’sPark。
Iwoundmywaydownslowlyovertheheath，enjoyingthedivinestillnessofthescene，andadmiringthesoftalternationsoflightandshadeastheyfollowedeachotheroverthebrokengroundoneverysideofme。SolongasIwasproceedingthroughthisfistandprettiestpartofmynightwalkmymindremainedpassivelyopentotheimpressionsproducedbytheview；andIthoughtbutlittleonanysubject——indeed，sofarasmyownsensationswereconcerned，IcanhardlysaythatIthoughtatall。
ButwhenIhadlefttheheathandhadturnedintotheby-road，wheretherewaslesstosee，theideasnaturallyengenderedbytheapproachingchangeinmyhabitsandoccupationsgraduallydrewmoreandmoreofmyattentionexclusivelytothemselves。BythetimeIhadarrivedattheendoftheroadIhadbecomecompletelyabsorbedinmyownfancifulvisionsofLimmeridgeHouse，ofMrFairlie，andofthetwoladieswhosepracticeintheartofwater-colourpaintingIwassosoontosuperintend。
Ihadnowarrivedatthatparticularpointofmywalkwherefourroadsmet——theroadtoHampstead，alongwhichIhadreturned，theroadtoFinchley，theroadtoWestEnd，andtheroadbacktoLondon。Ihadmechanicallyturnedinthislatterdirection，andwasstrollingalongthelonelyhigh-road——idlywondering，Iremember，whattheCumberlandyoungladieswouldlooklike——when，inonemoment，everydropofbloodinmybodywasbroughttoastopbythetouchofahandlaidlightlyandsuddenlyonmyshoulderfrombehindme。
Iturnedontheinstant，withmyfingerstighteningroundthehandleofmystick。
There，inthemiddleofthebroad，brighthigh-road——there，asIfithadthatmomentsprungoutoftheearthordroppedfromtheheaven——
stoodthefigureofasolitaryWoman，dressedfromheadtofootinwhitegarments，herfacebentingraveinquiryonmine，herhandpointingtothedarkcloudoverLondon，asIfacedher。
Iwasfartooseriouslystartledbythesuddennesswithwhichthisextraordinaryapparitionstoodbeforeme，inthedeadofnightandinthatlonelyplace，toaskwhatshewanted。Thestrangewomanspokefirst。
`IsthattheroadtoLondon？’shesaid。
Ilookedattentivelyather，assheputthatsingularquestiontome。
Itwasthennearlyoneo’clock。AllIcoulddiscerndistinctlybythemoonlightwasacolourless，youthfulface，meagreandsharptolookataboutthecheeksandchin；large，grave，wistfullyattentiveeyes；nervous，uncertainlips；andlighthairofapale，brownish-yellowhue。Therewasnothingwild，nothingimmodestinhermanner：itwasquietandself-controlled，alittlemelancholyandalittletouchedbysuspicion；notexactlythemannerofalady，and，atthesametime，notthemannerofawomaninthehumblestrankoflife。Thevoice，littleasIhadyetheardofit，hadsomethingcuriouslystillandmechanicalinitstones，andtheutterancewasremarkablyrapid。Sheheldasmallbaginherhand：andherdress
