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He was leaning over Cassandra's uneasy neck watching the one window intently, when a voice addressed him out of the darkness. "Be that you, young gentleman? Mr. Fev'rel?" Richard's trance was broken. "Mr. Blaize!" he said; recognizing the farmer's voice. "Good even'n t' you, sir," returned the farmer. "I knew the mare though I didn't know you. Rather bluff to-night it be. Will ye step in, Mr.
He was leaning over Cassandra's uneasy neck watching the one window intently, when a voice addressed him out of the darkness. "Be that you, young gentleman? Mr. Fev'rel?" Richard's trance was broken. "Mr. Blaize!" he said; recognizing the farmer's voice. "Good even'n t' you, sir," returned the farmer. "I knew the mare though I didn't know you. Rather bluff to-night it be. Will ye step in, Mr.
Fev'rel? it's beginning' to spit, going to be a wildish night, I reckon." Richard dismounted. The farmer called one of his men to hold the mare, and ushered the young man in. Once there, Richard's conjurations ceased. There was a deadness about the rooms and passages that told of her absence. The walls he touched these were the vacant shells of her.
Fev'rel? it's beginning' to spit, going to be a wildish night, I reckon." Richard dismounted. The farmer called one of his men to hold the mare, and ushered the young man in. Once there, Richard's conjurations ceased. There was a deadness about the rooms and passages that told of her absence. The walls he touched these were the vacant shells of her.
Let me tell ye, ye won't find many on 'em so well looked to as she be my Luce! Well, Mr. Fev'rel, it's you, or it's her one of ye must be out o' the way. So we're told. And Luce I do believe she's just as anxious about yer education as yer father she says she'll go, and wouldn't write, and'd break it off for the sake o' your education. And she've kep' her word, haven't she? She's a true'n.
I do hope, for more reasons than one, ye'll both be wiser I've got my own notions about her. But I an't the man to force a gal to marry 'gainst her inclines. Depend upon it I'm not your enemy, Mr. Fev'rel. You're jest the one to mak' a young gal proud. So wait, and see. That's my 'dvice. Jest tak' and wait. I've no more to say."
Let me tell ye, ye won't find many on 'em so well looked to as she be my Luce! Well, Mr. Fev'rel, it's you, or it's her one of ye must be out o' the way. So we're told. And Luce I do believe she's just as anxious about yer education as yer father she says she'll go, and wouldn't write, and'd break it off for the sake o' your education. And she've kep' her word, haven't she? She's a true'n.
I do hope, for more reasons than one, ye'll both be wiser I've got my own notions about her. But I an't the man to force a gal to marry 'gainst her inclines. Depend upon it I'm not your enemy, Mr. Fev'rel. You're jest the one to mak' a young gal proud. So wait, and see. That's my 'dvice. Jest tak' and wait. I've no more to say."
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