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"What, go into his house, and wait for dead men's shoes! Find myself some day wishing in my heart that noble old fellow would die! Such a life turns a man's stomach even to think of it." "No, no. Dr. Amboyne says that Mr. Bayne can conduct your business here, and hand you a little income, without your meddling." "That is true."
Amboyne had at last inveigled him, and so he resisted: he wrote more than one letter in reply to Grace Carden; but, when he came to read them over and compare them with her gentle effusion, he was ashamed of his harshness, and would not send the letter.
"If you went crazy wouldn't she find you out? Come, my young friend, trust to my experience, and to the interest this attempt to murder you, and your narrow escape, have inspired in me. At this Henry was all obedience, and indeed thanked him, with the tears in his eyes, for his kindness to a poor stranger. Dr. Amboyne smiled.
Indeed, such was his ardor, that he sometimes left home after dinner, and came back to the works, and then the fitful fire of his forge might be seen, and the blows of his hammer heard, long after midnight. Dr. Amboyne encouraged him in this, and was, indeed, the only person admitted to his said studio.
"But I can," said Grotait. "He is a bachelor. You can tell Simmons so. There are reasons why Ned Simmons must be in this. Try him to-morrow at dinner-time. Bid two pounds more; and his wife is near her time tell him this job will help him buy her wine and things," said the kind, parental, diabolical Grotait. Next morning Henry worked with the pen for Dr. Amboyne till twelve o'clock.
"In his own rank of life, it is ten to one if he finds anything as modest, as good, and as loyal as Dence's daughter. It's some factory-girl, I suppose." "Let us hope not," said Grace, demurely; but Amboyne noticed that her cheek was now flushed, and her eyes sparkling like diamonds.
"And now," said he, "for the honor of the house, don't leave us fasting, but eat a good breakfast, and then go to the devil." At his own breakfast he related the incident to Dr. Amboyne, with a characteristic comment: "And the fools say there is nothing in race. So likely, that of all animals man alone should be exempt from the law of nature!
She had been a beauty, and the affront was too bitter. Said she, "You mustn't judge him like other people: he was always so very eccentric. Turn my picture to the wall! My poor picture! Oh, Guy, Guy, could one mother have borne you and me?" Amboyne had not a word more to say; he was indignant himself.
He needs no other medicine but that and the fine air of Cairnhope." "Then somebody must see him every day, and tell me. Oh! Dr. Amboyne, this is the beginning: what will the end be? I am miserable." "My man shall ride there every day, and see him, and bring you back a letter from him." "Your man!" said Mrs. Little, a little haughtily. Dr. Amboyne met her glance.
I now saw the sufferer, and did not like my own act; and I found all the sympathy of my fellows went with him, and that I was loathed and execrated, and should be lynched on the spot were I to own my act. I now whipped back to Dr. Amboyne with the theory thus obtained, and compared it with that face; the two fitted each other, and I saw the criminal before me." "Good heavens! This is very deep."
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