Hester

hat as he got out of sight of the houses, to let the air blow upon his forehead and clear his senses. And by and by things began to become more clear. He read Ashton’s letter over again, and with every word the way seemed to grow plainer, the risks less. It was as near a dead certainty as anything could be in business. “Of course there is always a possibility that something unforeseen may happen,” Ashton wrote, “and it is for you to weigh this. I think myself that the chance is so infinitesimal as not to be worth taking into consideration; but I would not wish to bias your judgment; the only thing is, that the decision must be immediate.” Now that the first shock of novelty was over, he felt it in his power to “weigh this,” as Ashton said. Getting familiarised with the subject made him more impartial, he said to himself. The first mention of it had raised a cowardly host of apprehensions and doubts, but now that the throbbing of excitement began to die away, he saw the matter as it was⁠—a question of calculation, a delicate operation, a good coup, but all within the legitimate limits of business. He had recovered, he felt, the use of his reason, which the novelty, the necessity for immediate determination, the certainty that he must take no counsel on the subject, that Harry would be dumbly obstinate, and Catherine anxiously, hortatively, immovably against it, had taken away. Harry was an ass, he said to himself, recovering his calm, and Aunt Catherine an old woman. What was the use of the faculties he possessed, and the position he had gained, if in such a crisis he could not act boldly and for himself!

Thus it was with a very different aspect that Edward walked back. He put on his hat, feeling himself cooled and subdued; his pulses returned to their usual rate of beating, which was essentially a moderate one. And so rapidly had he skimmed over the ground, and so quick had been the progress both of his steps and his thoughts, that when he got back, with his mind made up, to the skirts of the Common, he saw the football party just beginning to assemble, and recollected that he had never given Harry’s message to Cordwainer, and that accordingly no new umpire could have been found in Harry’s place. But what did that matter? He reflected benevolently, with a contemptuous good nature, that he could get back to the bank in time still to liberate his cousin, so that everybody would be satisfied. This he did, stopping at the telegraph office on the way. His despatch was as follows:⁠—“Proceed, but with caution. Needful will be forthcoming.” He drew a long breath when he thus decided his fate; then he returned with all the ease and relief which naturally comes with a decision. The thing was done, whether for good or evil⁠—and there could be very little doubt that it was for good. His countenance was cheerful and easy as he returned to the bank.

“I did not give your message, for my business did not keep me so long as I expected. Your football fellows are just collecting. You can get there, if you make haste, before they begin.”

“Oh, thanks, awfully!” said Harry. “I hope you did not hurry, though I’m glad to go. I hope you understand I’m always ready to stay, Ned, when you want the time. Of course, you’re worth two of me here, I know that; but I can’t stand anything that’s not fair, and if you want to get away⁠—”

“I don’t, old fellow; I’ve done my business. It did not take so long as I thought. You had better be off if you want to get there in time.”

“All right,” said Harry. And he went off to his match in a softened state of mind, which, had he been able to divine it, would have astonished Edward greatly. Harry had seen Hester and her companion pass, and he felt a sad conviction that Edward’s sudden business had something to do with that apparition. Well! he had said to himself, and what then? Hadn’t he a right to try, the same as another? If she liked one better than the other, should the fellow she wouldn’t have be such a cad as to stand in her way? This was what had made Harry “fly out,” as Algy said, upon his brother-in-law; it had made him pass a very sombre hour alone in the bank. But in the revulsion of feeling at Edward’s rapid return, and the likelihood either that he had not seen Hester, or that she would have nothing to say to him, Harry’s heart was moved within him. Either his cousin was “in the same box” as himself and rejected, or else he was innocent altogether of evil intention⁠—and in either case Harry’s heart was soft to him: at once as one whom he had wronged, and as one who might be suffering with him under a common calamity.

XXVI

Straightforward

“I hope, Cousin Catherine,” said Emma, “that you will not think it is any want of civility on my part. I wished very much to come the first day. I went out with Hester Vernon, who is constantly at grandpapa’s⁠—and I was quite distressed, when I found we had to pass here, that she would not bring me in to call. But she seemed to think you would rather not. Of course I know that there are often tiffs in families, so I wouldn’t say anything. There are times when Elinor wouldn’t call on William’s wife not if life and death depended on it; so I understand quite well, and of course a stranger mustn’t interfere. Only I wish you to know that I had no wish to take sides, and didn’t mean to be rude. That was the last thing in the world I intended.