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Hollingsworth, a local historian, Rural Dean and Rector of Stowmarket; nor is it at all improbable, he adds, ‘that Claudia, the British beauty, may have been an Iceni, or East Anglian lady, as her brilliant complexion, for which so many in these counties are celebrated, had caused a vivid feeling of sensation and curiosity and envy even among the haughty dames of the imperial city of Rome.’ The Romans were glad to make terms with the Iceni till the unfortunate Boadicea perished in the revolt which she had so rashly raised.
This was a surprise to Jack, for Dr. Pierce, who lived next door to the Partons, was fond of morals, and went about with his pockets full, so to speak. Before they knew it, they found themselves confiding to him their plans for the future. "You must all come to our university," Rosalind said, with decision, "mustn't they, Dr. Hollingsworth?
"Priscilla, Priscilla!" cried Hollingsworth, who was sitting on the doorstep; "you had better not run any more to-night. You will weary yourself too much. And do not sit down out of doors, for there is a heavy dew beginning to fall." At his first word, she went and sat down under the porch, at Hollingsworth's feet, entirely contented and happy.
"You give me hard measure, Hollingsworth," said I, a little hurt. "I have kept pace with you in the field; and my bones feel as if I had been in earnest, whatever may be the case with my brain!" "I cannot conceive," observed Zenobia with great emphasis, and, no doubt, she spoke fairly the feeling of the moment, "I cannot conceive of being so continually as Mr.
"Coverdale," he murmured, "there is not the man in this wide world whom I can love as I could you. Do not forsake me!" As I look back upon this scene, through the coldness and dimness of so many years, there is still a sensation as if Hollingsworth had caught hold of my heart, and were pulling it towards him with an almost irresistible force. It is a mystery to me how I withstood it.
A hundred eager hands were extended, a hundred voices cried out for mercy, a hundred Mohammedans beat their heads in abject submission. Hollingsworth Chase, Lord Deppingham and a familiar figure in an ill-fitting red jacket and forage cap strode firmly, defiantly between the rows of humble Japatites. Close behind them came a tall, resolute grenadier of the Rapp-Thorberg army.
The Princess waited until the last moment. She went to him. He was standing apart from the rest, coldly indifferent to the pangs he was suffering. "I shall love you always," she said simply, giving him her hand. "Always, Hollingsworth." Her eyes were wide and hopeless, her lips were white. He bowed his head. "May God give you all the happiness that I wish for you," he said. "The End!"
Mrs. Molesworth returned home feeling that Mary Parton treated serious subjects with undue levity. Mrs. Parton, seeing Miss Betty Bishop approaching, lingered at the gate. "Well, Betty, I suppose you know we are to have Dr. Hollingsworth at our church Sunday." She had heard it, but did not seem disposed to enlarge upon it, as was her custom with a piece of news.
"What message are you sending him?" asked Verplanck. "To tell Mrs. Hollingsworth to hurry home immediately," Kennedy replied, still flashing the letters according to his code. "Mrs. Hollingsworth?" repeated Verplanck, looking up. "Yes. This hydroaeroplane yeggman is after something besides jewels to-night. Were those letters that were stolen from you the only ones you had in the safe?"
Hollingsworth, on the contrary, proposes to pervert the trust confided to him, in order to establish at Blithedale an institution for the reformation of criminals, by which proceeding he would, after a fashion, become a criminal himself.
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