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And in truth he was proud of her and did think that he had chosen well. After the former troubles of his life he did feel that he had brought himself to a happy haven at last. There was a modest breakfast at Mrs. Holt's house, from which the guests departed quickly as soon as the bride and bridegroom had been taken away to the railway station.
It was not, however, without a feeling of trepidation natural to a stranger that she made her way to that meeting when the afternoon arrived. No sooner was she seated in Mrs. Holt's drawing-room filled with camp-chairs for the occasion than she found herself listening breathlessly to a recital of personal experiences by a young woman who worked in a bindery on the East side.
Strangers, military and ecclesiastic Harry knew the latter, though they came in all sorts of disguises were continually arriving and departing. My lord made long absences and sudden reappearances, using sometimes the secret window in Father Holt's room, though how often Harry could not tell.
Tooke. "You will think it a pretty paper, I am sure." "But, sir, she must quite understand that she is not at all obliged to us, that is, to me," said Holt. "Certainly. You will tell her so yourself, of course." Here again Holt's pride was hurt; but the thought of being out of Meredith's power sustained him. When Mr. Tooke was gone, Hugh said to his companion,
She returned to her room and dressed with feverish haste, trying to gather her wits for an ordeal which she felt it would have killed her to delay. At ten minutes to eight she emerged again and glanced anxiously at Mrs. Holt's door; and scarcely had she reached the lower hall before he drove into the circle.
Jacob Holt was there too, and a good many more who had sympathised with one or the other of them when trouble was between them, and every one who saw the old man's bowed head, and the childlike look on his face as he sat there among them all, knew that all hard feelings had passed out of his heart forever. Jacob Holt's head was bowed also, but his face did not tell of peace as yet.
"They are certainly beating up the woods for us," said he, "and I think that party will stumble right upon the little hollow where we rested. It was well we moved." They increased their southward pace, and when it was scarcely two hours to the dawn Henry said: "I know of a good place in which to rest, and a still better place in which to fight if they should find us." "Where?" "Holt's lone cabin.
Holt; "I thought perhaps you might be able to give me some further explanation of it." "I?" exclaimed Honora. She felt ready to sink through the floor, and Mrs. Holt's delft-blue eyes haunted her afterwards like a nightmare. "Didn't you see him, my dear? Didn't he tell you anything?" "He he didn't say he was going away." "Did he seem disturbed about anything?" Mrs. Holt insisted.
The outer door sprang open before and closed behind them, and the next minute Cuthbert was hurrying his companion along the dark street, pulling her into the shadow of a doorway if any sounds announced the approach of any of the tavern roisterers, and so protecting her from any danger or peril till they stood at last in safety beneath Martin Holt's roof, and looked wonderingly into each other's eyes, as if questioning whether it had not all been part and parcel of a dream.
Holt's flowers, in Joshua's cow barn, which they traversed, and declared, if he were ever rich enough, he would live in the country.
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