"You would more feel the power of it, my dear boy, if you were in love, but your time is not yet come; but I am afraid we must leave off now, for I expect letters of consequence by the post, and it is useless, I fear, waiting here. Come, put the book by, and let us take up the wheel of my sad fortunes."
Spikeman and Joey rose on their feet. Joey went to the knife-grinder"s wheel, and Spikeman followed him without looking back; he heard a rustling, nevertheless, among the bushes, which announced to him that his manoeuvres had succeeded; and, as soon as he was about fifty yards from the road, he took the wheel from Joey, desiring him to look back, as if accidentally. Joey did so, and saw Miss Mathews following them with her eyes.
"That will do," observed Spikeman; "her curiosity is excited, and that is all I wish."
What Spikeman said was correct. Araminta joined Miss Mathews shortly after Spikeman and Joey had gone away.
"My dear Araminta," said Melissa, "such an adventure I can hardly credit my senses."
"Why, what is the matter, dear cousin?"
"Do you see that man and boy, with a knife-grinder"s wheel, just in sight now?"
"Yes, to be sure I do; but what of them? Have they been insolent?"
"Insolent! they never saw me; they had no idea that I was here. I heard voices as I came down the walk, so I moved softly, and when I gained the seat, there was somebody reading poetry so beautifully; I never heard any one read with such correct emphasis and clear p.r.o.nunciation. And then he stopped, and talked to the boy about the Greek and Latin poets, and quoted Shakespeare. There must be some mystery."
"Well, but if there is, what has that to do with the travelling tinkers?"
"What! why it was the travelling tinker himself; dearest; but he cannot be a tinker; for I heard him say that he expected letters of consequence, and no travelling tinker could do that."
"Why, no; I doubt if most of them can read at all."
"Now, I would give my little finger to know who that person is."
"Did you see his face?"
"No; he never turned this way; the boy did when they were some distance off. It"s very strange."
"What was he reading?"
"I don"t know; it was very beautiful. I wonder if he will ever come this way again? If he does--"
"Well, Melissa, and if he does?"
"My scissors want grinding very badly; they won"t cut a bit."
"Why, Melissa, you don"t mean to fall in love with a tinker?" said Araminta, laughing.
"He is no tinker, I"m sure; but why is he disguised? I should like to know."
"Well, but I came out to tell you that your father wants you. Come along."
The two young ladies then returned to the house, but the mystery of the morning was broached more than once, and canva.s.sed in every possible way.
Spikeman, as soon as he had returned to the cottage, took out his writing materials to concoct an epistle. After some time in correcting, he made out a fair copy, which he read to Joey.
""I tremble lest at the first moment you cast your eyes over the page, you throw it away without deigning to peruse it; and yet there is nothing in it which could raise a blush on the cheek of a modest maiden. If it be a crime to have seen you by chance, to have watched you by stealth, to consider hallowed every spot you visit--nay, more, if it be a crime to worship at the shrine of beauty and of innocence, or, to speak more boldly, to adore you--then am I guilty. You will ask, why I resort to a clandestine step. Simply, because, when I discovered your name and birth, I felt a.s.sured that an ancient feud between the two families, to which nor you nor I were parties, would bar an introduction to your father"s house. You would ask me who I am. A gentleman, I trust, by birth and education; a poor one, I grant; and you have made me poorer, for you have robbed me of more than wealth--my peace of mind and my happiness. I feel that I am presumptuous and bold; but forgive me. Your eyes tell me you are too kind, too good, to give unnecessary pain; and if you knew how much I have already suffered, you would not oppress further a man who was happy until he saw you. Pardon me, therefore, my boldness, and excuse the means I have taken of placing this communication before you."
"That will do, I think," said Spikeman; "and now, Joey, we will go out and take a walk, and I will give you your directions."
CHAPTER THIRTY ONE.
IN WHICH THE PLOT THICKENS.
The next day our hero, having received the letter with his instructions, went with the wheel down to the copse near to the mansion-house. Here he remained quietly until he heard Miss Melissa coming down the gravel-walk; he waited till she had time to gain her seat, and then, leaving his wheel outside, he walked round the copse until he came to her. She raised her eyes from her book when she saw him.
"If you please, miss, have you any scissors or knives for me to grind?"
said Joey, bowing with his hat in his hand.
Miss Mathews looked earnestly at Joey.
"Who are you?" said she at last; "are you the boy who was on this road with a knife-grinder and his wheel yesterday afternoon?"
"Yes, madam, we came this way," replied Joey, bowing again very politely.
"Is he your father?"
"No, madam, he is my uncle; he is not married."
"Your uncle. Well, I have a pair of scissors to grind, and I will go for them: you may bring your wheel in here, as I wish to see how you grind."
"Certainly, miss, with the greatest pleasure."
Joey brought in his wheel, and observing that Miss Mathews had left her book on the seat, he opened it at the marked page and slipped the letter in; and scarcely had done so, when he perceived Miss Mathews and her cousin coming towards him.
"Here are the scissors; mind you make them cut well."
"I will do my best, miss," replied Joey, who immediately set to work.
"Have you been long at this trade?" said Miss Mathews.
"No, miss, not very long."
"And your uncle, has he been long at it?"
Joey hesitated on purpose. "Why, I really don"t know exactly how long."
"Why is your uncle not with you?"
"He was obliged to go to town, miss--that is, to a town at some distance from here on business."
"Why, what business can a tinker have?" inquired Araminta.
"I suppose he wanted some soft solder, miss; he requires a great deal."
"Can you read and write, boy?" inquired Melissa.