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"The scarlet sins of his youth are lying down with him in the dust," Hacket whispered as we walked away together. Which is the Story of the Chosen Ways I am old and love my ease and sometimes dare to think that I have earned it.
This, Aunt Jane did not think the worst part of the affair, and she said that the girl had been brought up to call the man Uncle Alfred, and very possibly did not understand that he was only so by courtesy, nor that he was so utterly untrustworthy. 'I thought so, said Mary Hacket.
My uncle was in high spirits and there were many packages in the sleigh. "A merry Christmas to ye both an' may the Lord love ye!" said Mr. Hacket as he bade us good-by. "Every day our thoughts will be going up the hills to your house." As he was tucking the blankets around my feet old Nick Tubbs came zigzagging up the road from the tavern.
"I'm willing to go," said a fellow, ironically called Handsome Hacket, because he was blind of an eye and deeply pock-pitted "there's no use in quarrellin' with a woman certainly and I don't think there can be any doubt about the man's death; devil a bit."
Do you think that the son o' Ben Grimshaw will receive his punishment even if he is proved guilty? Not at all. He will be protected you mark my words." He bowed and left us. When the door had closed behind him Mr. Hacket said: "Another victim horned by the Snapdragon! If a man were to be slain by a bear back in the woods Colonel Hand would look for guilt in the Democratic party.
So home and find all things made clean against to-morrow, which pleases me well. So to bed. By water to White Hall, and thereto chappell in my pew belonging to me as Clerk of the Privy Seal; and there I heard a most excellent sermon of Dr. Hacket, Bishop of Lichfield and Coventry, upon these words: "He that drinketh this water shall never thirst."
The deputation dispatched to the house had managed to get up there the schoolroom piano, and one of the curates sat down to it, and began playing dance music, while Miss Mohun, Miss Hacket, and the other ladies began arranging couples for a country dance all girls, of course, except that Lord Rotherwood danced with the tiny premium girl, and Harry with Primrose.
I remember looking in vain for Sally as we passed the Dunkelbergs'. I remember my growing loneliness as the day wore on and how Aunt Deel stood silently buttoning my coat with tears rolling down her cheeks while I leaned back upon the gate in front of the Hacket house, on Ashery Lane, trying to act like a man and rather ashamed of my poor success.
'This seems to me of a lower calibre than is likely to get in without private interest. 'But to my certain knowledge the child has neither written to, nor heard of the man all this time, 'You don't know what goes on with her bosom friend. 'I am certain Miss Hacket would connive at nothing underhand. Besides, I have never seen any thing sly or deceitful in poor Dolores.
Hacket, however, told me she believed there might be a few of the same kind straggling about the place, but said nothing further upon it, until the Saturday following, when her son brings me down a pair of the fattest geese I ever cut up for my Sunday's dinner. Now, Mrs. O'Shaughnessy, wasn't that doing the thing dacent?"
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