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Somerset retreated a few steps, and pondered the question whether Dare could know where they had gone. He disliked to be beholden to Dare for information, but he would give a great deal to know. While pausing he watched Dare's play. He staked only five-franc pieces, but it was done with an assiduity worthy of larger coin.
Consequently the language cannot properly be called English or African, but a corruption of the two. I replied, "To Philadelphia." "What!" he exclaimed, with astonishment, "to Philumadelphy?" "Yes," I said. "By squash! I wish I was going wid you! I hears um say dat dare's no slaves way over in dem parts; is um so?" I quietly said, "I have heard the same thing."
Standing still a moment he dropped his glance upon the ground, and then came forward to Dare, who having alighted from the stile stood before the captain with a smile. 'My dear lad! said De Stancy, much moved by recollections. He held Dare's hand for a moment in both his own, and turned askance.
When they were downstairs Dare's first act was to ring the bell and ask if his Army and Navy Gazette had arrived. While the servant was gone Havill cleared his throat and said, 'I am an architect, and I take in the Architect; you are an architect, and you take in the Army and Navy Gazette.
Dare's dark sentimental eyes spoke volumes of not sermons at that moment. "Oh, Uncle Charles!" whispered Molly, who had been allowed to sit up about two hours beyond her nominal bedtime, at which hour she rarely felt disposed to retire "oh, Uncle Charles! 'The brightest jewel in his crown! Don't you wish you and me could sing together like that?"
'It is just what I was thinking of, said De Stancy, now so far cooled down from his irritation as to be quite ready to accept Dare's adroitly suggested scheme. On application to Paula she immediately gave De Stancy permission to photograph to any extent, and told Dare he might bring his instruments as soon as Captain De Stancy required them.
Dare's manner to Ruth was now as diffident as it had formerly been assured. To some minds there is nothing more touching than a sudden access of humility on the part of a vain man. Whether Ruth's mind was one of this class or not we do not pretend to know. It was Sunday morning at Atherstone. In the dining-room, breakfasting alone, for he had come down late, was Sir Charles Danvers.
The plan of "striking out" had been in Richard Dare's mind for several months. The country school at Mossvale had closed for the season early in the spring so as to allow the farmer boys to do their work, and Richard was satisfied that he had about learned all that Mr. Parsons, the pedagogue, was able or willing to teach, and saw no good reason for his returning in the fall.
But even his more active dislike of the last few months gave way to pity for him now, and he felt almost ashamed at the thought that his own happiness was only to be built on the ruin of poor Dare's.
He more than verified Doctor Dare's prognosis. Where the deadliest work was to be done, this man, it was observed, asked to be sent. Where no one else would go, he went. What no one else would do, he did. He sought the neglected, and the negroes. He braved the unclean, and the unburied. With the readiness of all incisive character acting on emergencies, he stamped himself upon the place and time.
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