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Ned leaned against his friend, looking soberly at Trafford's rapt face, and wondering where all the man's grimness and gloominess had gone. And just then a sudden thought came into Noll's heart, and he said, looking up brightly, "It's a year this very night since I came to you, Uncle Richard! Don't you remember? What a long, long time!" Trafford said, "Yes, I remember.
"Nuffin but fish ter live on, an' not de greatest plenty o' dat," Hagar had said, standing beside Trafford's chair in the library. The man started, as a sudden remembrance of forgotten duties came into his mind. He had neglected to look after those Culm people, he had forgotten about Noll's school and its pupils. But it should be so no longer, he resolved at once.
And when she failed, as she plainly must have failed, to find any such occupation, her sense of beauty and her justifiable demand for life found an outlet largely in shopping, in entertaining, in all such ephemeral attractions and amusements as women in her class may seek and reject. That way of escape, however, soon raised financial obstructions to Trafford's work.
"State the facts, then." "It came from Lady Trafford's jewel-box." Here a murmur of amazement arose from the assemblage outside. "Close the door!" commanded Trenchard, impatiently. "In my opinion, Sir Rowland," suggested Jonathan; "you'd better allow the court to remain open." "Be it so," replied the knight, who saw the force of this reasoning. "Continue the proceedings."
Trafford's forehead began to wrinkle and slowly gather the shade of gloom which seemed always hovering about him, even in his most cheerful moments; but before it had time to cover the man's brow, and before he could utter a refusal, Noll's hand was endeavoring to smooth away the wrinkles, and he was saying, "There, don't say 'No, don't, Uncle Richard!
Trafford's Mill was saved by the direct intervention of Walter Gerard. All the people of Mowbray knew the good reputation of the Traffords, and Gerard's eloquence turned the mob from the attack. While the liberator and the Hell-cats hesitated, a man named Dandy Mick, prompted by Morley, urged that a walk should be taken in Lord de Mowbray's park.
Come on my prime Doggy," and nodding to the Chartist to follow him, the Liberator left the room. Hatton turned his head from the window, and advanced quickly to Morley. "To business, friend Morley. This savage can-not be quiet for a moment; he exists only in destruction and rapine. If it were not Trafford's mill it would be something else.
He seemed to take no interest in Trafford's remarks, nor in the tale that Shangi the Indian had told them; though Shangi and his tale were both sufficiently uncommon to justify attention. Shon McGann was more impressionable.
"No yes some, I mean," stammered poor Noll, winking hard to keep the tears back. "And you'd like some supper, I dare say," continued his uncle. "Yes, by and by," the nephew managed to answer. A silence fell upon them here, long and deep, in which the eternal murmur of the sea stole in. Trafford's eyes did not move from the boy's face; and at last he said, taking his hand,
He turned about, and looked at Noll, who could not, for the life of him, keep the bright color from creeping up into his cheeks and over his forehead, and then he looked at the houses again. A sudden suspicion came into Trafford's mind, and turning his keen eyes upon Noll, he exclaimed, "Can you explain this?"
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