“You shy! I never saw you shy in my life. I don’t suppose you were ever really put out yet.”
“But I must really put you out, because papa is waiting for you. Dear, dear, dearest Harry. Though I am so patient I shall count the hours till you come for me. Dearest Harry!” Then she bore with him, as he pressed her close to his bosom, and kissed her lips, and her forehead, and her glossy hair. When he was gone she sat down alone for a few minutes on the old sofa, and hugged herself in her happiness. What a happy wind that had been which had blown such a lover as that for her to Stratton!
“I think he’s a good young man,” said Mrs. Burton, as soon as she was left with her old husband upstairs.
“Yes, he’s a good young man. He means very well.”
“But he is not idle; is he?”
“No—no; he’s not idle. And he’s very clever;—too clever, I’m afraid. But I think he’ll do well, though it may take him some time to settle.”
“It seems so natural his taking to Flo; doesn’t it? They’ve all taken one when they went away, and they’ve all done very well. Deary me; how sad the house will be when Flo has gone.”
“Yes—it’ll make a difference that way. But what then? I wouldn’t wish to keep one of ’em at home for that reason.”
“No, indeed. I think I’d feel ashamed of myself to have a daughter not married, or not in the way to be married afore she’s thirty. I couldn’t bear to think that no young man should take a fancy to a girl of mine. But Flo’s not twenty yet, and Carry, who was the oldest to go, wasn’t four-and-twenty when Scarness took her.” Thereupon the old lady put her handkerchief to the corner of her eyes, and wept gently.
“Flo isn’t gone yet,” said Mr. Burton.
“But I hope, B., it’s not to be a long engagement. I don’t like long engagements. It ain’t good—not for the girl; it ain’t, indeed.”
“We were engaged for seven years.”
“People weren’t so much in a hurry then at anything; but I ain’t sure it was very good for me. And though we weren’t just married, we were living next door and saw each other. What’ll come to Flo if she’s to be here and he’s to be up in London, pleasuring himself?”
“Flo must bear it as other girls do,” said the father, as he got up from his chair.
“I think he’s a good young man; I think he is,” said the mother. “But don’t stand out for too much for ’em to begin upon. What matters? Sure if they were to be a little short you could help ’em.” To such a suggestion as this Mr. Burton thought it as well to make no answer, but with ponderous steps descended to his office.
“Well, Harry,” said Mr. Burton, “so you’re to be off in the morning?”
“Yes, sir; I shall breakfast at home tomorrow.”
“Ah—when I was your age I always used to make an early start. Three hours before breakfast never does any hurt. But it shouldn’t be more than that. The wind gets into the stomach.” Harry had no remark to make on this, and waited, therefore, till Mr. Burton went on. “And you’ll be up in London by the 10th of next month?”
“Yes, sir; I intend to be at Mr. Beilby’s office on the 11th.”
“That’s right. Never lose a day. In losing a day now, you don’t lose what you might earn now in a day, but what you might be earning when you’re at your best. A young man should always remember that. You can’t dispense with a round in the ladder going up. You only make your time at the top so much the shorter.”
“I hope you’ll find that I’m all right, sir. I don’t mean to be idle.”
“Pray don’t. Of course, you know, I speak to you very differently from what I should do if you were simply going away from my office. What I shall have to give Florence will be very little—that is, comparatively little. She shall have a hundred a year, when she marries, till I die; and after my death and her mother’s she will share with the others. But a hundred a year will be nothing to you.”
“Won’t it, sir? I think a very great deal of a hundred a year. I’m to have a hundred and fifty from the office; and I should be ready to marry on that tomorrow.”
“You couldn’t live on such an income—unless you were to alter your habits very much.”
“But I will alter them.”
“We shall see. You are so placed that by marrying you would lose a considerable income; and I would advise you to put off thinking of it for the next two years.”
“My belief is, that settling down would be the best thing in the world to make me work.”
“We’ll try what a year will do. So Florence is to go to your father’s house at Easter?”
“Yes, sir; she has been good enough to promise to come, if you have no objection.”
“It is quite as well that they should know her early. I only hope they will like her as well as we like you. Now I’ll say good night—and goodbye.” Then Harry went, and walking up and down the High Street of Stratton, thought of all that he had done during the past year.
On his arrival at Stratton that idea of perpetual misery arising from blighted affection was still strong within his breast. He had given all his heart to a false woman who had betrayed him. He had risked all his fortune on one cast of the die, and, gambler-like, had lost everything. On the day of Julia’s marriage he had shut himself up at the school—luckily it was a holiday—and had flattered himself that he had gone through some hours of intense agony. No doubt he did suffer
