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Updated: May 27, 2025
Fairer than Phoebe's sapphire-regioned star Or vesper, amorous glow-worm of the sky. The same poet can say elsewhere of a passionate lover: He arose Ethereal, flushed, and like a throbbing star, Amid the sapphire heaven's deep repose. How opposite is all this from the cold glitter, the cruel and mysterious sublimity of the stars when they are many!
Cartwright committed his prisoner to the subordinate, and knocked at the door of Phoebe's lodgings. She came down herself and let him in. She led the way upstairs, motioned him to a seat, sat down by him, and began to cry again. She was thoroughly unstrung. Cartwright was human, and muttered some words of regret that a poor fellow must do his duty. "Oh, it is not that," sobbed Phoebe.
There was nobody stirring about Phoebe's house, and she asked herself if it would be worth while to go over to it. Perhaps it might be as well to stroll toward the hay-field. She knew where the great meadow was, because she had looked over it when she had stood at the wide barn window with Mr. Haverley. He had pointed out a good many things to her, and she remembered them all.
"You may command all I have, sir," replied Oswald; "but I fear there is little more than a hearty welcome; I have no doubt that you could be lodged at the intendant's house if you choose." "No, Oswald, the young lady is alone, and I will not trust to Phoebe's accommodation again; I will stay here, if you will permit me." "And welcome, sir; I will put your puppy in the kennel at once."
"She needn't stay away on our account. My cousin forgave her long ago." "I go now," announced the old woman, not taking the slightest notice of Billie's remarks. "I am very much obliged to you for the news of Phoebe's father. Every time you bring us any news, you may have coffee, and if you show us where he is, quite secretly, you know, you shall have a great deal of coffee and money, too."
That is, it was quiet and uneventful so far as my surroundings were concerned, though I slept little on account of my aching bones. All night I tossed, pain-racked and discouraged; for, after all the long, hard day's work of the day before, Phoebe's card had only checked one dollar and five cents, which represented two persons' work.
The idea that a small undistinguished Dissenting minister should think her capable of marrying him, was a humiliation which did not enter into Phoebe's head.
Hepzibah bade her young guest sit down, and, herself taking a chair near by, looked as earnestly at Phoebe's trim little figure as if she expected to see right into its springs and motive secrets. "Cousin Phoebe," said she, at last, "I really can't see my way clear to keep you with me."
Amelius recognised the maid's handwriting on the address. The man whom he had seen leaving the shop was Phoebe's messenger. He opened the letter. Her mistress, Phoebe explained, was too much flurried to be able to write. The master had astonished the whole household by appearing among them at least three hours before the time at which he was accustomed to leave his place of business.
I followed one little girl through the doors out into the street and saw her give the mug to a cabman and run off delighted with his tip. When I returned I was deafened by a babel of voices; there was a row going on: one of the men, drunk but good-tempered, was trying to take the flower out of Phoebe's hat.
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