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"Yes: I might make you my lackey, to wait upon me. That is what the Darleys should do for the Edens." "You coward!" said Ralph, with his pale face flushing now. "What!" cried Mark. "Oh yes, call names like a girl. Come: beg for your life." Ralph's answer was a fierce and scornful look, which told of what he would do if his hands were free. Then for a few moments he struggled, and Mark laughed.
Before the Revolution there had been visiting or breaking of bread with the Galloways, Dulaneys, Carrolls, Calverts, Jenifers, Edens, Ringgolds, and Tilghmans of Maryland, the Penns, Cadwaladers, Morrises, Shippens, Aliens, Dickinsons, Chews, and Willings of Pennsylvania, and the De Lanceys and Bayards of New York.
"Look in my eyes, Nick Garth," said Mark, gazing straight at the sullen lowering face. "The Edens are gentlemen, not such vile cowards as that. Now then, who'll come and strike a blow for Sir Morton, your young lady, and Master Ralph Darley, lying helpless there?" "All on us, my lad," cried Nick, with a fierce growl "all on us as can manage to crawl." "Ay," rose in a shout.
In its place bright mansions, elysian groves, await the soul at death. Heaven closes around earth like a protecting smile, and from this hope of a recovered Paradise and new Edens amongst the stars, which to Dante and his time are but the earth's appanage, man advances swiftly to the desire, the hope, the certainty of a terrestrial Paradise waiting his race in the near or remote future.
"But I suppose it comes natural, though, to our families." "I have always thought so," replied Ralph. "I say, I'm glad you're not a coward, though. They say that all the Darleys have been cowards." "Yes; and all the Edens too." "It's a lie an abominable lie," cried Mark hotly. "Do you mean to say I'm a coward?" "How could I, after the way you helped me to fight those ruffians this evening?
Even an inspector with a naked eye would no longer have distinguished him at first sight from a lunatic of the unhappiest class, the melancholiac. "Ipse suum cor edens hominum vestigia vitans." Mrs. Archbold looked on and saw this sad sight, not with the pity it would once have caused, but with a sort of bitter triumph lightened by no pleasure, and darkened by the shadow of coming remorse.
Such ideas in the young student were ideas of earthly fame; such ideas in the young maiden are ideas of angel comforters and heavenly Edens. You miss her mind on the earth, and, while we speak, it is in paradise."
"Where the apple reddens." "Oh, but everybody's there." "You mean all married people." "Married and single." "But married people more than single." "I mean that we all have our illusions, and we'd better keep them as long as possible. When we don't " "We lose our Edens." "Exactly." "So that our Edens are no more than a sort of fool's paradise."
Well, this is going to be a treat! But, say, Master Ralph, will them Edens fight 'longside of us without being nasty?" "Yes, because it's against a common enemy," said the lad. "Common? They just are, sir. Commonest muck o' men. Fit for nothing but putting under ground. Why, how I should like to take my old mother with us, and let her loose at that there captain.
Oh, because it is contrary to nature, boy. What a question, when you are suffering now from the way in which the deadly hatred of the Edens comes out! Are you not wounded by a scion of the vile house?" "Yes, father; but then young Eden is suffering too in the same way, and I think he got the worst of it." "I'm glad of it, Ralph. I think you behaved very bravely." "What; in fighting the robbers?"
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