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He was caught, and led forward prisoner by his pretty wife, who never once let him go, lest he should slide away again, and become absorbed in the mysterious electioneering groups that haunted the town. "Now Harrie Missus, just wait I'll be back in a minute." "Not a minute! Anne has sent word that she wants you directly you and Nathanael. You'll go, brother!" "Whither?"
And the genuine reverence of her heart conquered its touch of feminine vanity; which, perhaps, had he known. Nathanael would have done wiser in going to bed like a Christian, than in wandering like a heathen idolater round his beloved's shrine.
Harper's arm, and the three were walking on as before; until, ere long, they nestled themselves in a sheltered nook, where the sea-wind could not reach them, and the sun came in, warm as summer. Nathanael began to show his wife the different points of scenery especially the rocky island of Portland, beyond which the line of coast sweeps on ruggedly westward to the Land's End.
Uncle Brian talked, though in a rather fragmentary and brief fashion, of Kingcombe and of the changes he found. He never by any chance mentioned any other place than Kingcombe, until Nathanael happened to ask him where Duke was this morning? "He has ridden out." "But I wanted to see him, and thank him for being so kind to my poor little wife. Where has he gone?" "To Thornhurst."
This letter, which was trying to read, being sharp and stinging on many points to more than one person present, Nathanael went steadily through, though several times his colour changed. No one made any comment except Agatha, who observed "that Uncle Brian must be rather bitter and sarcastic at heart." "No not bitter," Anne Valery said, "only sorrowful.
She had discovered that the dawning inclination on which she had bestowed a few dreamings and sighings, trying, in foolish girlish fashion, to fan a chance tinder-spark into the holy altar-fire of a woman's first love had gone out in darkness, and that her free heart lay quiet, in a sort of twilight shade, waiting for its destiny; nor for the last few days had she even thought of Nathanael.
We mark, too, how Peter is, in their account, praised for confessing him, for flesh and blood had not revealed it to him, while in the fourth Gospel, 'flesh and blood, in the person of Andrew, reveal to Peter that the Christ is found; and there seems little praise due to Peter for a confession which had been made two or three years earlier by Andrew, Nathanael, John Baptist, and the Samaritans.
"I will he is used to me. Are you awake, father?" Nathanael caught the word, and looked surprised. "Dear father," she continued, soothingly, "will you not try to wake now? Here is some one come to see you some one you will be glad to see." The Squire's eyes grew wild; he uttered a thick, painful murmur. "Some one who was sure to come when he knew you were ill your son."
And it is because I saw thee under the fig-tree that I knew thee to be "an Israelite indeed, in whom there is no guile." So then, under the fig-tree, Nathanael must have been wrestling in prayer; under the fig-tree must have been confessing his sins; under the fig-tree must have been longing and looking for the Deliverer who was to 'turn away ungodliness from Jacob. So solitary had been that vigil, and so little would any human eye that had looked upon it have known what had been passing in his mind, that Christ's knowledge of it and of its significance at once lights up in Nathanael's heart the fire of the glad conviction, 'Thou art the Son of God. If we had seen Nathanael, we should only have seen a man sitting, sunk in thought, under a fig-tree; but Jesus had seen the spiritual struggle which had no outward marks, and to have known which He must have exercised the divine prerogative of reading the heart.
Pondering over all these things during the solitary drive, her good resolutions faded out from her, and her heart began to burn anew. It was so hard! She crossed the hall the same hall where she had alighted when Nathanael first brought her home. It looked dusky and dim, as then. She almost expected to see him appear from some corner, with his light, quick step and his long fair hair.
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