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And before night the professor was comfortably installed in his neatly furnished and well-warmed little room, and Ishmael's apartments were restored to order, and he himself in full career going over the office business of the last two weeks with his clerks. He found a plenty of work cut out for him to do, and he resolved to be very busy to make up for his idleness during his holiday.
But its look of solitude struck a chill upon Ishmael's spirits. "Where are they all, professor?" he inquired. "Gone, Mr. Worth," answered Morris solemnly, as he placed a chair for his guest. "Gone! not dead!" exclaimed Ishmael, dropping into the offered seat. "Not all dead, but all gone," answered the professor sadly, letting himself sink into a seat near Ishmael.
For, however strong Ishmael's emotions might have been, he possessed the self-controlling power of an exalted nature. "Oh, Ishmael!" was all that Claudia found ability to say; her voice was choked, her bosom heaving, her face pallid. "Pray, pray, do not disturb yourself, Miss Merlin; indeed I am doing very well," said the youth, smiling.
If his letters denying favors soothed rather than offended the applicant, and of those granting favors flattered rather than humiliated the petitioner, it was because of that angelic attribute of Ishmael's soul that made it so painful to him to give pain, so delightful to impart delight. There was no thought of diplomatic dealing in all Ishmael's truthful soul.
The house was kept by two sisters, maiden ladies of venerable age, who took no other boarders or lodgers. So, upon the whole, Ishmael's quarters were very comfortable.
Boase, who also followed to hounds, felt his heart glow to see how well the boy was received; for Ishmael's surly shyness had passed into a new phase, expressed by a rather charming deference mingled with independence which appealed to the brusque, goodhearted members of the "county," who went to make up the very mixed hunt in that sparsely-peopled district. Still, all was not well.
It was just within Ishmael's property, marking his most inland boundary, and he cherished it as something dearer than all his money-yielding acres. It had been his ambition to make it the home of every bird that built its nest there, of every badger or rabbit or toad or slow-worm that sheltered in its fastnesses.
Kerr, fervently pressing Ishmael's hands. Ishmael himself was glad to go to rest; so he only stopped long enough to bid good-night to Judge Merlin and Mr. Brudenell, who had just awakened to a sense of security, and then he went to his stateroom and turned in.
In spite of his pose of self-sufficiency so ingrained as to deceive himself Ishmael's heart beat fast as he followed the Parson through the arched doorway of grey granite that was to open so often for him in the years to follow.
The next morning Ishmael went to see his client. He showed her the absolute necessity of submission to the writ of habeas corpus; he promised to use his utmost skill in her case; urged her to trust the result with her Heavenly Father; and encouraged her to hope for success. She followed Ishmael's advice; she promised to obey the order, adding: "It will be on Wednesday in Easter week.
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