"Excuse me," said Raby, with his grandest air: "a gentleman may dislike a thing, yet not condescend to forbid it."
"That is true, sir; and an ex-workman may appreciate his delicacy, and give the thing up at once. I will die a bachelor."
"Henry, my boy, give me your hand--I"ll tell you the truth. I love her myself. She is a pattern of all I admire in woman."
"Uncle, I suspected this, to tell the truth. Well, if you love her--marry her."
"What, without her consent?"
"Oh, she will consent. Order her to marry you: she will never disobey the Lord of the Manor."
"That is what I fear: and it is base to take advantage of her in that way."
"You are right, sir," said Henry, and ran off directly.
He found Jael, and said, "Jael, dear, couldn"t you like Uncle Raby? he loves you dearly."
He then appealed to her heart, and spoke of his uncle"s n.o.bleness in fearing to obtain an unfair advantage over her.
To his surprise, Jael blushed deeply, and her face softened angelically, and presently a tear ran down it.
"Hallo!" said Henry. "That is the game, is it? You stay here."
He ran back to Mr. Raby, and said: "I"ve made a discovery. She loves you, sir. I"ll take my oath of it. You go and ask her."
"I will," said Raby; and he went to Jael, like a man, and said, "Jael, he has found me out; I love you dearly. I"m old, but I"m not cold. Do you think you could be happy as my wife, with all the young fellows admiring you?"
"Sir" said Jael, "I wouldn"t give your little finger for all the young men in Christendom. Once I thought a little too much of Mr. Henry, but that was over long ago. And since you saved my life, and cried over me in this very room, you have been in my head and in my heart; but I wouldn"t show it; for I had vowed I never would let any man know my heart till he showed me his."
In short, this pair were soon afterward seen walking arm in arm, radiant with happiness.
That sight was too much for Henry Little. The excitement of doing a kind thing, and making two benefactors happy, had borne him up till now; but the reaction came: the contrast of their happiness with his misery was too poignant. He had not even courage to bid them good-by, but fled back to Hillsborough, in anguish of spirit and deep despair.
When he got home, there was a note from Grace Carden.
"MY OWN DEAREST HENRY,--I find that you have called, and been denied me; and that Mr. Coventry has been admitted into the house.
"I have therefore left Woodbine Villa, and taken lodgings opposite.
Sister Gratiosa has convinced me I ought to labor for the eternal welfare of the guilty, unhappy man whose name it is my misfortune to bear. I will try to do so: but n.o.body shall either compel, or persuade me, to be cruel to my dear Henry, to whom I owe my life once more, and who is all the world to me. I shall now be employed nearly all the day, but I reserve two hours, from three till five, when you will always find me at home. Our course is clear. We must pray for patience.
"Yours to eternity, GRACE."
After reading this letter, and pondering it well, Henry Little"s fort.i.tude revived, and, as he could not speak his mind to Grace at that moment, he wrote to her, after some hours of reflection, as follows:
"MY OWN DEAREST GRACE,--I approve, I bless you. Our case is hard, but not desperate. We have been worse off than we are now. I agree with you that our course is clear; what we have got to do, as I understand it, is to outlive a crippled scoundrel. Well, love and a clear conscience will surely enable us to outlive a villain, whose spine is injured, and whose conscience must gnaw him, and who has no creature"s love to nourish him.
"Yours in this world, and, I hope, in the next,
"HENRY."
Sister Gratiosa, to oblige Grace stayed at Woodbine Villa. She was always present at any interview of Coventry and Grace.
Little softened her, by giving her money whenever she mentioned a case of distress. She had but this one pleasure in life, a pure one, and her poverty had always curbed it hard. She began to pity this poor sinner, who was ready to pour his income into her lap for Christian purposes.
And so the days rolled on. Raby took into his head to repair the old church, and be married in it. This crotchet postponed his happiness for some months.
But the days and weeks rolled on.
Raby became Sheriff of the county.
Coventry got a little better, and moved to the next villa.
Then Grace returned at once to Woodbine Villa; but she still paid charitable visits with Sister Gratiosa to the wreck whose name she bore.
She was patient.
But Little, the man of action, began to faint.
He decided to return to the United States for a year or two, and distract his mind.
When he communicated this resolve, Grace sighed.
"The last visit there was disastrous," said she. "But," recovering herself, "we can not be deceived again, nor doubt each other"s constancy again." So she sighed, but consented.
Coventry heard of it, and chuckled inwardly. He felt sure that in time he should wear out his rival"s patience.
A week or two more, and Little named the very day for sailing.
The a.s.sizes came on. The Sheriff met the Judges with great pomp, and certain observances which had gone out. This pleased the Chief Justice; he had felt a little nervous; Raby"s predecessor had met him in a carriage and pair and no outriders, and he had felt it his duty to fine the said Sheriff L100 for so disrespecting the Crown in his person.
So now, alluding to this, he said, "Mr. Sheriff, I am glad to find you hold by old customs, and do not grudge outward observances to the Queen"s justices."
"My lord," said the Sheriff, "I can hardly show enough respect to justice and learning, when they visit in the name of my sovereign."
"That is very well said, Mr. Sheriff," said my lord.
The Sheriff bowed.
The Chief Justice was so pleased with his appearance, and his respectful yet dignified manner, that he conversed with him repeatedly during the pauses of the trials.
Little was cording his boxes for America when Ransome burst in on him, and said, "Come into court; come into court. Shifty d.i.c.k will be up directly."
Little objected that he was busy; but Ransome looked so mortified that he consented, and was just in in time to see Richard Martin, alias Lord Daventree, alias Tom Paine, alias Sir Harry Gulstone, alias the Quaker, alias Shifty d.i.c.k, etc., etc., appear at the bar.