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Updated: May 14, 2025
"My babies, Oh, my babies!" came a wail in Nell's voice, and I saw her try to rise, be knocked over by the wind and then begin to crawl toward the wrecked mass that a second before had been the schoolhouse and from which now could be heard the screams and cries of the children.
"Lost it!" echoed Sue, reviewing in one quick mental flash Nell's most valuable possessions. "Not the diamond necklace!" "Oh, Sue!" wailed Nell. "How can you be so mercenary? Oh, I wish it was the necklace! But it isn't! It's the note!" It was Sue's turn to gasp, to turn pale, to sink into a chair. "The note!" she echoed, hoarsely. "Not Lord Vernon's!"
There followed a period of laughing, incoherent explanations, and then the beaming bridegroom tugged at Myra Nell's sleeve, saying: "Now that it's all over, I'm mighty tired of being a widower."
For a while he sat by the fire, prodding the tooth with his pocket-knife; then he covered his jaw with his hand and went out and walked about the yard. Joe asked him if he had seen Nell's foal anywhere that day. He did n't answer. "Did y' see the brown foal any place ter-day, Dad?" "Damn the brown foal!" and Dad went inside again.
Nell acted honorably, or in accordance with his instructions, he would have returned with the agent; but he remained in England, and for aught I know is there yet. He was sent expressly after Mr. Paul, and when he left that kingdom, Nell's mission was ended.
"All is forgiven and all is forgotten nearly, Simon." I held up my hand and listened. Nell's rippling laugh broke in. "Plague on him!" she cried. "Yes, he's here. Of a truth he's resolute to convert me, and the fool amuses me." "Phineas Tate!" I exclaimed, amazed; for beyond doubt his was the voice. I could tell his intonation of a penitential psalm among a thousand.
"Oh, now, my little girl" the Squire began to pat Nell's trembling hands soothingly. He looked hard into her quivering face, then, bending down, whispered something in her ear. No one else heard the words. Nell's frantic grasp relaxed; she let her hands fall to her sides and looked piteously round. Robin and Joe had both followed her across the paddock.
"Who is the happy the new happy man, that is Mistress Nell's friend?" he asked, smiling. "Some clod from the country," returned the Earl; "his name, they say, is Dale." I felt my heart beating, but I trust that I looked cool enough as I leant across and said, "Your lordship is misinformed. I have the best of reasons for saying so."
Confess now," as Judith blushed a little under Aunt Nell's laughing quizzical eyes, "didn't you discuss every teacher on the staff from the cut of her Sunday coat to the cut of her Monday temper? Of course you did." And of course they had.
And even if I had been personally at ease, I should have been too busy with my own thoughts to do credit to myself or country in conversation. As I sipped caravan tea from a flower-like cup of old Dresden, I wondered what were Nell's sensations on beholding the home and mother of the despised skipper whom it had been her delight to snub and tease.
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