CHAPTER XLII.
THE WHIRLIGIG OF TIME Give what you have; to some it may be better than you dare to think.
-- LONGFELLOW.
The Possible stands by us ever fresh, Fairer than aught which any life hath owned, And makes divine amends.
-- JEAN INGELOW.
Two years had passed away since Malcolm had uttered his passionate protest in the Priory garden that May morning, when the white petals of the Guelder roses in Elizabeth's hand lay like snow on the gravel path, and all this time he had sternly adhered to his resolution.
In those two years he had only paid four visits to the Wood House, and on two of these occasions Elizabeth had been absent.

Each time he had come on Dinah's invitation, to give her the help and counsel she needed, and more than once he had met her at 27 Queen's Gate.
For Cedric had had his way, and had effected an introduction between his sisters and Mrs.Herrick; and as they had mutually taken to each other, a pleasant intimacy had been the result, and Anna had paid two or three visits to the Wood House.

From the first moment of their meeting Anna had fallen in love with Dinah.

"You must not think that I do not care for Miss Elizabeth Templeton," she had observed rather shyly to Malcolm, after her first visit to Staplegrove--"for I admire and like her more than I can say, and I am never tired of talking to her--but I do love my dear Miss Dinah!" And indeed Dinah accepted the girl's innocent worship with great kindness.

"She is a dear child, and Elizabeth and I are very fond of her," she wrote once to Malcolm; "the thought that some one else is fond of her too makes me very happy." For at this time it was evident to all Cedric's friends that a mutual attachment was growing up between him and Anna.
The years had not been unfruitful to Malcolm, and his name as a powerful and successful author was firmly established.