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They had not gone very far before they met Stephen Latrigg. He was well mounted and handsomely dressed; and, as he bowed to the squire and Charlotte, his happy face expressed a delight which Sandal in his present mood felt to be offensive.
If I am not to encourage Stephen Latrigg, do you want me to marry Julius Sandal?" "Well, I never! Such a question! What for?" "Because, at the very first, I want to tell you that I could not do it no way. I am quite ready to give up my will to your will, and my pleasure to your pleasure. That is my duty; but to marry cousin Julius is a different thing." "Don't get too far forward, Charlotte.
"I have had very bad news about the Holler Scree flock, Charlotte, and I must away there to see what can be done. Tell Barf Latrigg it is the sheep, and he will understand: he was always one to put the dumb creatures first. The kindest thing that is in your own heart say it to the dear old man for me; will you, Charlotte?" "You can trust to me, father." "Yes, I know I can; for that and more too.
I have seen this week how kind and patient, how honorable and trustful, thou art. Well, then, the hour has come that will try thy love to the uttermost. But wise or unwise, all that has been done has been done with good intent, and I look for no word to pain me from thy mouth. Stephen, what is thy name?" "Stephen Latrigg." "Nay, but it isn't."
Ducie was watching his handsome face as he spoke, and feeling keenly the eager deprecation of pain to herself, mingling with the natural curiosity about his own identity, which the cloud upon his early years warranted. She looked at him steadily, with eyes shining brightly through tears. "Your name is not Pattison, neither is it Latrigg.
Any one not called Latrigg at Up-Hill would seem like a stranger." "I know how you feel about that. A squire in Seat-Sandal out of the old name would have a very middling kind of time, I think. He'd have a sight of ill-will at his back." "Thou means with them!" The squire nodded gravely; and after a minute's silence said, "It stands to reason they take an interest. I do in them.
John of Middle Barra called with the statesman's respects. Will you go, squire?" "Certainly. My men are all to lend a hand. Barf Latrigg is ageing fast now; he was my father's crony; if I slighted him, I should feel as if father knew about it. Which of you will go with me? Thou, mother?" "That, I cannot, squire.
You should stay at home, Stephen Latrigg. A man's duty is more often there than anywhere else. Eh?" "I think you are right now, squire." And then he blundered into the very statement that he ought to have let alone. "And I am not going to build the mill, squire, not yet, at least. I would not do any thing to annoy you for the world."
Indeed, it seemed wrong to trouble the peaceful silence with mere words of courtesy; but Charlotte gave her hand to Stephen, and with it that candid, loving gaze, which has, from the eyes of the beloved, the miraculous power of turning the water of life into wine. And Charlotte perceived this, and she went home happy in the happiness she had given. Four days later, Barf Latrigg was buried.
Then she asked the question of all questions the most irritating, "What is the matter with you, squire?" "What is the matter, indeed? Love-making. That is the matter, Alice." "Charlotte?" "Yes." "And Stephen Latrigg?" "Yes." "I thought as much. Opportunity is a dangerous thing." "My word! To hear you talk, one would think it was matterless how our girls married."
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