"Oh! Hannah!"
"Was the money all lost? entirely lost because that little bit of paper was burnt?"
"To you and to Ishmael it was, of course, since you never received it; but to me it was not, since it was never drawn from the bank."
"Well, then, Mr. Brudenell, since the money was not lost, I do not so much care if the check was burnt! I should not have used it for myself, or Ishmael, anyhow! Though I am glad to know that you did not neglect him, and leave him to perish in dest.i.tution, as I supposed you had! I am very glad you took measures for his benefit, although he never profited by them, and I never would have let him do so. Still, it is pleasant to think that you did your duty; and I am sorry I was so unjust to you, Mr.
Brudenell."
"Say no more of that, Hannah. Let us talk of my son. Remember that it is only to you that I can talk of him. Tell me all about his infancy and childhood. Tell me little anecdotes of him. I want to know more about him than the judge could tell me. I know old women love to gossip at great length of old times, so gossip away, Hannah--tell me everything.
You shall have a most interested listener."
""Old women," indeed! Not so very much older than yourself, Mr. Herman Brudenell--if it comes to that! But anyways, if Reuben don"t see as I am old, you needn"t hit me in the teeth with it!" snapped Mrs. Gray.
"Hannah, Hannah, what a temper you have got, to be sure! It is well Reuben is as patient as Job."
"It is enough to rouse any woman"s temper to be called old to her very face!"
"So it is, Hannah; I admit it, and beg your pardon. But nothing was farther from my thoughts than to offend you. I feel old myself--very old, and so I naturally think of the companions of my youth as old also.
And now, will you talk to me about my son?"
"Well, yes, I will," answered Hannah, and her tongue being loosened upon the subject, she gave Mr. Brudenell all the incidents and anecdotes with which the reader is already acquainted, and a great many more with which I could not c.u.mber this story.
While she was still "gossiping," and Herman all attention, steps were heard without, and the door opened, and Reuben Gray entered, smiling and radiant, and leading two robust children--a boy and a girl--each with a little basket of early fruit in hand.
On seeing a stranger Reuben Gray took off his hat, and the children stopped short, put their fingers in their mouths and stared.
"Reuben, have you forgotten our old landlord, Mr. Herman Brudenell?"
inquired Hannah.
"Why, law, so it is! I"m main glad to see you, sir! I hope I find you well!" exclaimed Reuben, beaming all over with welcome, as Mr. Brudenell arose and shook hands with him, replying:
"Quite well, and very happy to see you, Gray."
"John and Mary, where are your manners? Take your fingers out of your mouths this minute,--I"m quite ashamed of you!--and bow to the gentleman," said Hannah, admonishing her offspring.
"Whose fine children are these?" inquired Mr. Brudenell, drawing the shy little ones to him.
Reuben"s honest face glowed all over with pride and joy as he answered:
"They are ours, sir! they are indeed! though you mightn"t think it, to look at them and us! And Ishmael--that is our nephew, sir--and though he is now Mr. Worth, and a splendid lawyer, he won"t turn agin his plain kin, nor hear to our calling of him anythink else but Ishmael; and after making his great speech yesterday, actilly walked right out"n the courtroom, afore all the people, arm in arm long o" Hannah!--Ishmael, as I was a-saying, tells me as how this boy, John, have got a good head, and would make a fine scollard, and how, by-and-by, he means to take him for a stoodient, and make a lawyer on him. And as for the girl, sir--why, law! look at her! you can see for yourself, sir, as she will have all her mother"s beauty."
And Reuben, with a broad, brown hand laid benignantly upon each little head, smiled down upon the children of his age with all the glowing effulgence of an autumnal noonday sun shining down upon the late flowers.
But--poor Hannah"s "beauty"!
Mr. Brudenell repressed the smile that rose to his lips, for he felt that the innocent illusions of honest affection were far too sacred to be laughed at.
And with some well-deserved compliments to the health and intelligence of the boy and girl, he kissed them both, shook hands with Hannah and Reuben, and went away.
He turned his steps towards the City Hall, with the intention of going into the courtroom and comforting his soul by watching the son whom he durst not acknowledge.
And as he walked thither, how he envied humble Reuben Gray his parental happiness!
CHAPTER LXI.
ENVY.
Well! blot him black with slander"s ink, He stands as white as snow!
You serve him better than you think And kinder than you know; What? is it not some credit then, That he provokes your blame?
This merely, with all better men, Is quite a kind of fame!
--_M.F. Tupper_.
Mr. Brudenell found Ishmael in the anteroom of the court in close conversation with a client, an elderly, care-worn woman in widow"s weeds. He caught a few words of her discourse, to which Ishmael appeared to be listening with sympathy.
"Yes, sir, Maine; we belong to Bangor. He went to California some years ago and made money. And he was on his way home and got as far as this city, where he was taken ill with the cholera, at his brother"s house, where he died before I could get to him; leaving three hundred thousand dollars, all in California gold, which his brother refuses to give up, denying all knowledge of it. It is robbery of the widow and orphan, sir, and nothing short of that!"--she was saying.
"If this is as you state it, it would seem to be a case for a detective policeman and a criminal prosecution, rather than for an attorney and a civil suit," said Ishmael.
"So it ought to be, sir, for he deserves punishment; but I have been advised to sue him, and I mean to do it, if you will take my case. But if you do take it, sir, it must be on conditions."
"Yes. What are they?"
"Why, if you do not recover the money, you will not receive any pay; but if you do recover the money, you will receive a very large share of it yourself, as a compensation for your services and your risk."
"I cannot take your case on these terms, madam; I cannot accept a conditional fee," said Ishmael gently.
"Then what shall I do?" exclaimed the widow, bursting into tears. "I have no money, and shall not have any until I get that! And how can I get that unless I sue for it? Or how sue for it, unless you are willing to take the risk? Do, sir, try it! It will be no risk, after all; you will be sure to gain it!"
"It is not the risk that I object to, madam," said Ishmael very gently, "but it is this--to make my fee out of my case would appear to me a sort of professional gambling, from which I should shrink."
"Then, Heaven help me, what shall I do?" exclaimed the widow, weeping afresh.
"Do not distress yourself. I will call and see you this afternoon. And if your case is what you represent it to be, I will undertake to conduct it," said Ishmael. And in that moment he made up his mind that if he should find the widow"s cause a just one, he would once more make a free offering of his services.
The new client thanked him, gave her address, and departed.
Ishmael turned to go into the courtroom, and found himself confronted with Mr. Brudenell.
"Good-morning, Mr. Worth! I see you have another client already."
"A possible one, sir," replied Ishmael, smiling with satisfaction as he shook hands with Mr. Brudenell.
"A poor one, you mean! Poor widows with claims always make a prey of young lawyers, who are supposed to be willing to plead for nothing, rather than not plead at all! And it is all very well, as it gives the latter an opening. But you are not one of those briefless lawyers; you have already made your mark in the world, and so you must not permit these female forlornities that haunt the courts to consume all your time and attention."
"Sir," said Ishmael gravely and fervently, "I owe so much to G.o.d--so much more than I can ever hope to pay, that at least I must show my grat.i.tude to him by working for his poor! Do you not think that is only right, sir?"