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Jasper's replies did not, however, help him much, for when, returning to the subject, he asked, "Did you not on several occasions drive the witness Lorimer over to Fletcher's dwelling with presents for his wife?" Jasper answered boldly, "I did, and I guess Mrs. Fletcher would have gone hungry if we hadn't. Fletcher's a low-grade wastrel, and anyway he ate most of them presents.
"Deepdene Wood," said Sir Jasper dreamily. "You know the place?" "Oh, yes!" "Then we may as well start, if you are ready?" "Yes, it will be cool and fresh, outside." "Settle the bill, Selby, we'll walk on slowly," said Mr. Chester, and, with a last glance at the mirror, he slipped his arm within Sir Jasper's, and they went out together. Mr.
"Will it be best for her to remain with us, or to go into Mr. Jasper's family?" "That is certainly a grave question," returned Claire, seriously, "and must be viewed in many aspects. Mr. Jasper's place in the world is far different from mine. He is a wealthy merchant; I am a poor clerk.
"Exceedingly," said that lady, looking around with a critical air: "coral always becomes such a complexion and hair. I've always intended those for Jasper's wife." Her accent and tone were so peculiar as she said this that even Molly noticed it. "Jap's wife?" she cried gayly. "There's your chance, Sara. Why don't you set your cap for him, and the corals?" "Molly!"
"Tell him that I am here, Jasper," said Mr. King pompously, with an admonitory touch upon Jasper's arm. "It's impossible, father; he can't see you now," said Jasper hurriedly, trying to draw his father off to a quieter corner. "Impossible? Can't see me? What is there to prevent, pray tell?" cried the old gentleman irately.
"Hang me if I didn't think so all the time!" she exclaimed with a sudden change of tactics. "That Jasper's a thief. I heard you say something about those deeds, and Jasper told me a long rigmarole that you wouldn't sign them. Whether that's true or not, Heaven only knows. Jasper's a bad one, an' he's sold me. He's got the coin, and I'll split on him, as I threatened.
Whitney to herself, hurrying over the stairs and back again, never once thinking of Polly's and Jasper's surprise for the boys. "You see, Marian," said Mr. King as she sat down by the table, and laid the cards and envelopes in front of him, "that I'm going to help out that affair that Jasper and Polly are getting up." "Oh, father! how good of you!" exclaimed Mrs.
"Dear me!" ejaculated the old gentleman, in the utmost amazement; "and such a time as I've had to get her here too!" he added, staring around on the astonished group, none of whom had a word to say. But Polly stood like a statue! All Jasper's frantic efforts at comfort, utterly failed. To think that Phronsie had left her for any one! even good Mr. King!
He took it, and then crushing it in his hand, threw it from him. "I've had enough of this," he cried, "and I'll stand no more. Leave me alone, is all I ask. Hell can be no worse than what you people are dealing out to me now." Jasper's look and attitude caused those near him to shrink back, and during the rest of the voyage he had peace from the clatter of tongues, at least.
"No country is God's Country without a woman!" He found the words running in an unpleasant monotone through his brain. He had made up his mind that he would strike Fond du Lac on his way down, for Jasper's words and the hopeless picture he had made that day beside the little cross under the spruce had made them brothers in a strange sort of way.
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