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Darton descended the roots of the sycamore, the light was withdrawn, and the door closed. At the bottom of the slope he nearly ran against a man about to ascend. 'Can a jack-o'-lent believe his few senses on such a dark night, or can't he? exclaimed one whose utterance Darton recognized in a moment, despite its unexpectedness. 'I dare not swear he can, though I fain would! The speaker was Johns.
Darton was just able to gather from the confused discourse which followed that, during his sleep by the fire, this brother whom he had never seen had become worse; and that during Helena's absence for water the end had unexpectedly come. The two young women hastened upstairs, and he was again left alone.
'D'ye feel ye can meet your fate like a man, neighbour Darton? asked Johns, breaking a silence which had lasted while five-and-twenty hedgerow trees had glided by. Mr. Darton with a half-laugh murmured, 'Ay call it my fate! Hanging and wiving go by destiny. And then they were silent again.
Mrs. Hall was actually lifting coals with the tongs, as she had used to do. 'Five years ago this very night, if I am not mistaken she said, laying on an ember. 'Not this very night though 'twas one night this week, said the correct Sally. 'Well, 'tis near enough. Five years ago Mr. Darton came to marry you, and my poor boy Phil came home to die. She sighed.
A short time after the interview Darton was united to Helena at a simple matter-of fact wedding; and she and her little girl joined the boy who had already grown to look on Darton's house as home. For some months the farmer experienced an unprecedented happiness and satisfaction. There had been a flaw in his life, and it was as neatly mended as was humanly possible.
This time, being rather pressed by business, Darton had recourse to pen- and-ink, and wrote her as manly and straightforward a proposal as any woman could wish to receive. The reply came promptly: 'DEAR MR. DARTON, I am as sensible as any woman can be of the goodness that leads you to make me this offer a second time.
I could hear my father's footsteps going softly about upstairs; and his voice, which though quick and crisp, had a soothing quality, talking in a gentle monotone to some one. After about ten minutes he came to the head of the steps and called to me. "Mrs. Darton says will you come up, Tom?"
Oh, it was a most mortifying and humiliating thing to see men professing liberal and honest principles act so badly. A month ago, when in the very depths of discouragement and low spirits, I set about a little volume for Darton, to be called Birds and Flowers, and have pretty nearly finished it. William, in the mean time, has finished his Rural Life, and sold the first edition to Longman's.
'So I am not to know anything of the mystery that has distracted me all the evening? he said. 'He had the prior claim, said she. 'What! you knew him at that time? 'Yes, yes! Please say no more, she implored. 'Whatever my errors, I have paid for them during the last five years! The heart of Darton was subject to sudden overflowings. He was kind to a fault.
'Now, said Darton earnestly, 'let me take care of the children, at least while you are so unsettled. You belong to another, so I cannot take care of you. 'Yes you can, said a voice; and suddenly a third figure stood beside them. It was Sally. 'You can, since you seem to wish to? she repeated. 'She no longer belongs to another . . . My poor brother is dead!
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