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stop to that! He inspected the hollow cynically. A man might instruct him on a point or two: Old Tom was not going to admit that a woman could.

      'Oh, very well; thank you, ma'am; that's your idea. I'll try it. Good night.'

      'Good night,' returned Mrs. Mel. 'Don't forget to jump into the middle.'

      'Head foremost, ma'am?'

      'As you weigh,' said Mrs. Mel, and Old Tom trumped his lips, silenced if not beaten. Beaten, one might almost say, for nothing more was heard of him that night.

      He presented himself to Mrs. Mel after breakfast next morning.

      'Slept well, ma'am.'

      'Oh! then you did as I directed you,' said Mrs. Mel.

      'Those chops, too, very good. I got through 'em.'

      'Eating, like scratching, only wants a beginning,' said Mrs. Mel.

      'Ha! you've got your word, then, as well as everybody else. Where's your Dandy this morning, ma'am?'

      'Locked up. You ought to be ashamed to give that poor beast liquor. He won't get fresh air to-day.'

      'Ha! May I ask you where you're going to-day, ma'am?'

      'I am going to Beckley.'

      'So am I, ma'am. What d' ye say, if we join company. Care for insinuations?'

      'I want a conveyance of some sort,' returned Mrs. Mel.

      'Object to a donkey, ma'am?'

      'Not if he's strong and will go.'

      'Good,' said Old Tom; and while he spoke a donkey-cart stopped in front of the Dolphin, and a well-dressed man touched his hat.

      'Get out of that damned bad habit, will you?' growled Old Tom. What do you mean by wearing out the brim o' your hat in that way? Help this woman in.'

      Mrs. Mel helped herself to a part of the seat.

      'We are too much for the donkey,' she said.

      'Ha, that's right. What I have, ma'am, is good. I can't pretend to horses, but my donkey's the best. Are you going to cry about him?'

      'No. When he's tired I shall either walk or harness you,' said Mrs. Mel.

      This was spoken half-way down the High Street of Fallow field. Old Tom looked full in her face, and bawled out:

      'Deuce take it. Are you a woman?'

      'I have borne three girls and one boy,' said Mrs. Mel.

      'What sort of a husband?'

      'He is dead.'

      'Ha! that's an opening, but 'tain't an answer. I'm off to Beckley on a marriage business. I 'm the son of a cobbler, so I go in a donkey-cart. No damned pretences for me. I'm going to marry off a young tailor to a gal he's been playing the lord to. If she cares for him she'll take him: if not, they're all the luckier, both of 'em.'

      'What's the tailor's name?' said Mrs. Mel.

      'You are a woman,' returned Old Tom. 'Now, come, ma'am, don't you feel ashamed of being in a donkeycart?'

      'I 'm ashamed of men, sometimes,' said Mrs. Mel; 'never of animals.'

      ''Shamed o' me, perhaps.'

      'I don't know you.'

      'Ha! well! I'm a man with no pretences. Do you like 'em? How have you brought up your three girls and one boy? No pretences—eh?'

      Mrs. Mel did not answer, and Old Tom jogged the reins and chuckled, and asked his donkey if he wanted to be a racer.

      'Should you take me for a gentleman, ma'am?'

      'I dare say you are, sir, at heart. Not from your manner of speech.'

      'I mean appearances, ma'am.'

      'I judge by the disposition.'

      'You do, ma'am? Then, deuce take it, if you are a woman, you 're –'

      Old Tom had no time to conclude.

      A great noise of wheels, and a horn blown, caused them both to turn their heads, and they beheld a curricle descending upon them vehemently, and a fashionably attired young gentleman straining with all his might at the reins. The next instant they were rolling on the bank. About twenty yards ahead the curricle was halted and turned about to see the extent of the mischief done.

      'Pardon, a thousand times, my worthy couple,' cried the sonorous Mr. Raikes. 'What we have seen we swear not to divulge. Franco and Fred— your pledge!'

      'We swear!' exclaimed this couple.

      But suddenly the cheeks of Mr. John Raikes flushed. He alighted from the box, and rushing up to Old Tom, was shouting, 'My bene—'

      'Do you want my toe on your plate?' Old Tom stopped him with.

      The mysterious words completely changed the aspect of Mr. John Raikes. He bowed obsequiously and made his friend Franco step down and assist in the task of reestablishing the donkey, who fortunately had received no damage.

      CHAPTER XXVII

      EXHIBITS ROSE'S GENERALSHIP; EVAN'S PERFORMANCE ON THE SECOND FIDDLE; AND THE WRETCHEDNESS OF THE COUNTESS

      We left Rose and Evan on their way to Lady Jocelyn. At the library-door Rose turned to him, and with her chin archly lifted sideways, said:

      'I know what you feel; you feel foolish.'

      Now the sense of honour, and of the necessity of acting the part it imposes on him, may be very strong in a young man; but certainly, as a rule, the sense of ridicule is more poignant, and Evan was suffering horrid pangs. We none of us like to play second fiddle. To play second fiddle to a young woman is an abomination to us all. But to have to perform upon that instrument to the darling of our hearts—would we not rather die? nay, almost rather end the duet precipitately and with violence. Evan, when he passed Drummond into the house, and quietly returned his gaze, endured the first shock of this strange feeling. There could be no doubt that he was playing second fiddle to Rose. And what was he about to do? Oh, horror! to stand like a criminal, and say, or worse, have said for him, things to tip the ears with fire! To tell the young lady's mother that he had won her daughter's love, and meant— what did he mean? He knew not. Alas! he was second fiddle; he could only mean what she meant. Evan loved Rose deeply and completely, but noble manhood was strong in him. You may sneer at us, if you please, ladies. We have been educated in a theory, that when you lead off with the bow, the order of Nature is reversed, and it is no wonder therefore, that, having stript us of one attribute, our fine feathers moult, and the majestic cock-like march which distinguishes us degenerates. You unsex us, if I may dare to say so. Ceasing to be men, what are we? If we are to please you rightly, always allow us to play First.

      Poor Evan did feel foolish. Whether Rose saw it in his walk, or had a loving feminine intuition of it, and was aware of the golden rule I have just laid down, we need not inquire. She hit the fact, and he could only stammer, and bid her open the door.

      'No,' she said, after a slight hesitation, 'it will be better that I should speak to Mama alone, I see. Walk out on the lawn, dear, and wait for me. And if you meet Drummond, don't be angry with him. Drummond is very fond of me, and of course I shall teach him to be fond of you. He only thinks . . . what is not true, because he does not know you. I do thoroughly, and there, you see, I give you my hand.'

      Evan drew the dear hand humbly to his lips. Rose then nodded meaningly, and let her eyes dwell on him, and went in to her mother to open the battle.

      Could it be that a flame had sprung up in those grey eyes latterly? Once they were like morning before sunrise. How soft and' warm and tenderly transparent they could now be! Assuredly she loved him. And he, beloved by the noblest girl ever fashioned, why should he hang his head, and shrink at the thought of human faces, like a wretch doomed to the pillory? He visioned her last glance, and lightning emotions of pride and happiness flashed through his veins. The generous, brave heart! Yes, with her hand in his, he could stand at bay—meet any fate. Evan accepted Rose because he believed in her love, and judged it by the strength of his own; her sacrifice of her position he accepted, because in his soul he knew he should have

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